I remember a second or third date a while ago, I can't remember how it came up, I said, "Think of a secret," and she did, and I thought of one, too. And I said, will you tell me? She said, no, and I said no, too. It was funny, bringing the secret all the way almost to the surface and then not letting it out.
Thought of that today looking at the PostSecret blog, one of the many, many heirs to the Apology Line fortune. What a fortune it is, it feels like the world's internal pain and pathos and doubt is bursting through its seams.
Aren't all those other kinds of blogs, the livejournal kinds, the blogger kinds, versions of the Apology Line? maybe this one, too, occasionally, through semaphore, misdirection, reading between the lines.
Though PostSecret is head and shoulders above most. A bracing storm of shame.Posted by dbrown at March 18, 2005 03:33 PM