There is something incredible liberating wan you decide to write on a piece of paper bad things that you felt in your life , and wan you decide that same piece of paper left hidden somewhere on the streets, that it can be found from a random stranger.
Something so intimate and ugly, something about you that your are so ashamed that you even couldn't say that loud .
Protected by the anonymity you are willing to share with complete strangers most intimate part of yourself, which creates a connection between you and the world in some strange mystical way , and you even dont feel unnecessarily weakened or put in their state of mercy.
I left in a couple of test tubes most of my shame or evil thoughts, making that way random stranger who finds it mine liberator.
In that way the whole city became mine big confession place.