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4.11.2005

Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.


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My darling, g8s, alerted me to this wonderful blog, PostSecret. The best blogs, it seems, have an interesting concept and this has a painfully riveting subject matter. PostSecret is an ongoing collaborative art project. People from around the world share their secrets anonymously on one side of a homemade postcard and Frank, the blog keeper, posts the cards he receives.

Some people's secrets are funny and touching. But, most have a certain darkness that makes you gasp and say, "Nooo. . . " I imagine the people who submit their secrets depicting this sadness on a plain card, attaching a stamp and releasing it out into the mail system. Maybe when they close the mailbox slot door, they, too, let out a gasp as their secret is released into the realm of the public. And the obscurity of their sadness evaporates into the nebula of our collective unconscious.

What's your secret?

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