Amherst, MA, USA
I used to do this thing for every school play I was in where I'd write a short poem or a few words on the back of this old, forgotten piece of scenery (generally used to pile stuff on) that I used to hide behind backstage during performances. This continued for 4 plays (my freshman and sophomore years) until this year, my junior year, when we cleaned out the entire backstage area - which had never ever happened before, it was like going through an old attic! - and before I thought of it someone had already thrown my masterpiece away! It was sad, but maybe it meant something, as those poems usually weren't very happy because for three of those four plays I was very depressed, and now I'm out of that depression. Maybe it was a kind of cleansing.