You can write your innermost thoughts, do your worst deeds and lay yourself bare…In March, there was a performance called ‘I confess’ which happened in a confessional: an actor shared a confession with one audience member at a time and they were invited to respond. Is it comforting or naughty to tell a stranger our deepest secrets? Or is it simply easier to tell them to a wall. You can guarantee a readership without having to listen to a response. The walls have ears, but right now no-one’s listening.