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Postcards From The Edge

An exam you cheated on. A secret and unrequited love. Lies you tell people to appear as something you’re not. An undisclosable joy. A disguised fear. What untold truths lurk in the dark recesses of your being?

Sri points me to PostSecret, a blog that “collects secrets written in by postcard by people who mostly wish to be anonymous.” As a serious people-watcher, I was clasped by the intensity of these entries, even ones as ho-hum as “I still love her.” Such a feeling may be commonplace, but it defines the emotional core of one person somewhere out there. So it continues … under our socially-sculpted exteriors, we are grotesquely beautiful creatures, capable of the infinitely great, sorrowful and strange.

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This is a chance to tell the whole world your most privileged knowledge and never really reveal it to … anyone.

3 comments… add one
  • Anon May 20, 2005, 2:42 PM

    I wonder which is worse… “I still love her” or “She still loves me, but I wish she’d let me go..”

    There.. that’s my post card..

  • Administrator May 20, 2005, 3:47 PM

    The former pulls on a heartstring; I’ll go with that one.

    Then again, do we ever stop loving people that once filled our chest cavity with that much joy?

  • texas yankee May 23, 2005, 4:57 AM

    RE: the “do we ever stop loving people …” comment: sometimes.

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