I have been carting around a box since 1992 when I first moved out of home at the age of 17 to study at University. This box contains letters from friends and family from that time until the letters stopped flowing and email interrupted this intimate exchange of self in about 2004. I have never been able to throw this box away. Since recently moving house, I have been reading the letters again and making photocopies of them. I have been pasting them up around Melbourne and on public transport.