Around 2003 I found an old electronic typewriter while walking around the neighbourhood in Groningen. In contrast to non electronic typerwriters, the lint resembles black sellotape where the ink is typed out of, and gathered in a spool in the ink-cassete. When discovering this, I realized all the letters of the person to whom this typewriter belonged to. The first letter I revealed (the last that person wrote) was of a deep and grave nature I didn't continue this for almost 10 years. After the casette lingered around my studio, I was asked to make a work about art in public space. The letter popped up in my mind again, and I continued copying and eventually showing all the letters.