It was a fiercely warm Autumn evening, the night that I decided I would not sleep.

An idea caught me the other day. This heat makes it a whole lot easier to slip into delirium, which is a consolation prize of sorts I guess. My headstone will read: 'She died from the heat, but at least she had an idea before she went into the sun'. Or perhaps it would read: 'Look behind you! ACK! HELP!'

Who knows. All we know is that this wouldn't be a written piece by me unless it began with a ramble of sorts.

Right. Back on message.

I like the continuity of time, and the fact that even though we are chemically the same person we began as, that it is more like a string of different people held together by a common thread. I used to write letters to my future self, wondering what we were doing, what life was like, if we still liked Tina Arena. You know, the important things. So I guess I want to write back to her. But involve a few more people this time.

I have met some pretty amazing people on my various travels, adventures and long nights at the bar, and I think the world and your past lives would like to hear from you (and your friends) too. So I ask a simple question:

If you could tell your fifteen year old self one thing, what would it be? 

I will compile your answers and then post them anonymously for the rest of Melbourne and the world to share. I have a romantic vision of guerrilla-esque street posters, so if you have a little time, drawing/design skills and want to help me create, let me know.

My answer I hear you ask? Well, that would be influencing the blinded nature of this social experiment if I told you. Send me yours and when I post them, you can try guess which is mine.


EDIT: First click here https://www.amnestybox.com (anonymous email service)
THEN
Send all correspondence to: ifihadmytimeagain@gmail.com

Thanks in advance comrades. You are making a 25 year old wanderer and a 15 year old nerd punk very happy indeed. Please pass this on to whomever you reckon would like to join in. The bigger, the more voyeristic payoff you get when you try to guess who wrote what. COME ON YOU ALL WANT THAT.