I have been dealing in secrets all summer. Your immediate reaction to this might be to think that I am a gossip. Or power hungry. Or Varys from A Song of Fire and Ice. But you'd be wrong, because the secrets I've read and collected are anonymous. And for school.See, I'm working on my thesis for the Museology program and it will be a project and a paper focused on an exhibit of contemporary art at the Kirkland Arts Center. The exhibit is titled Secrets Can... I added the ellipses because I want visitors to figure out what comes after the "..." for a more personal experience. For me, I've always been fascinated by factual and fictional stories. I want to understand the way humans act and interact. Why did that person behave that way? What was their motivation? Why are humans compelled by secrets? Why do people keep secrets if they hurt? Why do people share secrets if it comes at a price? Why are some secrets happy - little pebbles, warm in our hands and hearts and while are others are heavy stones in our pockets that would drown us if given the chance?
You are always on my mind and I wish like hell you would have stayed, but only if you could have been happy.
I love the villains. "Good" guys are overrated. I think I would make a terrifyingly good villain.
I feel like I am always hiding behind a mask.
I flirt with people in authority positions for preferential treatment.
In fact, as my proposal for the exhibit was wrapping up last school year, I very nearly tripped over a pop-up secret-sharing board in Red Square run by a site called Sondry. How is it that all of these platforms, sites, and applications can exist? Well, it's because everyone, even your mom, has at least one secret. A secret wish, a secret fear, a sad secret, an angry secret, a happy secret. There are parts of ourselves that we hold just for ourselves, either out of self preservation or because there is no possible way to upload our every thought, desire, and emotion into the cloud and have someone download it into their head to understand us the way we understand us. We are all so together in our shared experience of having secrets, but we are all so individual in the exact blend of secrets we keep.
Your soul is a magnet to my soul. You are a bright sun and I, a lowly planet, want to be in your orbit. I feel a lightness and happiness like none other when I am with you. I could let myself fall in love with you.
When it's published, it might be in a PDF format. If it is, I'll link it to this blog if possible.