Secrets on Postcards

Since January, people have been mailing their deep, dark secrets, contained on anonymous postcards to this address:

PostSecret
13345 Copper Ridge Rd
Germantown, Maryland
USA 20874-3454

They're up for the whole world to see here.

Comments

[Zach in Philly]

Capitol of the state of distraction. Mercy.
Fortunately, my secrets have already been sent in by fellow secretors {ew -- it not like it sounds} and so I don't have to go through the trouble.

[Fatherflot]

Hate to say it, but this whole project smacks of academic/art-school phoniness. I got the distinct impression after a while that most of these were created, if not by the same person, at least out of the same matrix of ideas (both visual and verbal) and attitudes. Every single example has that same smug Utne Reader/Village Voice self congratulatory veneer of fake populist transgression/confession. Most of the statements are as banal and predictable as the refrigerator magnet poetry in an overpriced Williamsburg studio apartment.

[Zach in Philly]

Fatherflot, how are you ever going to fit all that onto a postcard?

[fatherflot]

touche!

[Cheryl]

I pretend that i am rich. So my friends will accept me.