These business-sized cards are simple. On the front, there is my name and the city that I’m living in. On the back are personal, often overly-personal, information. They are left on streets, in homes, businesses, alleyways, public transportation. Recalling Victorian calling cards, my cards bastardize this etiquette. While they do account and tell my comings and goings, they dissolve the public/private boundaries, exposing my deepest fears, most personal information to the unknown public.