dear hisashi owada

dear dan, context matters 2 weeks ago

dear art, 3rd world conditions in yr 1st world city. whats up wit dat? 6 months ago

dear len, no one gets rich alone 6 months ago

dear naheed, to alter the conditions of poverty your gonna have to alter the conditions of prosperity 6 months ago

dear naheed, the opposite of poor is not rich, its greed 6 months ago

dear sean, whatever normal is i wanna b it 6 months ago

dear bill, i am asking 4 yr voluntary compliance 6 months ago

dear rick, putting one's feet on a bench - $50 fine 6 months ago

dear haizhen, absolutely no one, i have absolutely no one 1 year ago

dear jeremy, people sleep on the streets- provide public washrooms 1 year ago

dear michael, choice? 1 year ago

dear stella, skin browned by the sun 1 year ago

dear lawrence, aged 13: too young 2 b living on the streets 1 year ago

dear rob, it's just a wound that's scabbed over for a moment. 1 year ago

dear bob, yr true value may not be known 1 year ago

dear karine, stealthy, furtive and often unseemly 1 year ago

dear mathieu, 1 day yr breath is going 2 b the only thing keeping someone else afloat 1 year ago

dear david, the neighbours didn't notice anything till it started 2 smell 1 year ago

cher érik, lévinas définit le premier phénomène de la mort comme le "sans réponse" 1 year ago

dear sigrid, i don't think i got what i deserved 1 year ago

December 19, 2011

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This entry was posted on December 19, 2011 at 7:01 am and is filed under art, homeless, postcard.

Tags: hisashi owada, homeless, postcard

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