We all carry conversations we never had.

The things most worth saying are often the ones that
can't be said. The person is gone, or estranged, or
was never told. The words stay — rehearsed in the
shower, drafted and deleted, said out loud to no one
on a long drive.

This is somewhere for them to go. You dial, you speak, 
you hang up. The message exists now, outside of you.

The line is open to anyone. Some of it is grief. Some
is apology, or confession, or joy. Unattributed 
and together, they become an archive of the unsaid.

Say the thing. That is the whole project.