By: Jenny Kroik

Seeing what’s missing is as important as seeing what’s there.

By: Chris Piascik

As much as I rode it, I also just liked to look at it.

By: Miranda Mellis

When I lost the black metal sequin lace scarf she didn’t notice.

By: Neil LaBute

“One baby octopus in liquid.”

By: Ben Katchor

It was, in fact, a discarded woman’s jewelry case.

By: Laura Lippman

I knew the hard parts that looked simple, and the simple parts that looked hard.

By: Joe Yonan

I worked on it for weeks. The rope flew, my skin burned.

By: Geoff Manaugh

It was both hermetic and omnipresent.

By: PROJECT:OBJECT

LOST OBJECTS v. 2 — series introduction

By: Kerry Lauerman

Don’t you dare call it bric-a-brac.

By: Bryn Smith

A good umbrella is a faithful companion against the wet, dark night.

By: Abby Rapoport

I was unprepared for the deeply satisfying click when two tiles connect.

By: Marc Weidenbaum

The dummy jack was a sound art readymade.

By: Alyssa Giacobbe

Its former life seemed to have been a French fry bag.

By: Shawn Wolfe

The first and last box of Ayds grandma ever bought.