Not A Soul Will Hear

We fear secrets.

 

They hold a power over us, a dread of what might happen if one were to come out. Just one slip could change the course of your life, those few whispered words altering someone's perception of you. It is only after the secret is revealed that it loses its sway over you, its power expended.

 

Yet we are also fascinated by them, seeking them out and collecting them as ammunition and collateral. A well placed jab with the right information is a weapon in itself. Just as a secret can ruin a life, it is also possible to utilise that power. Control it, and you may just have a new path opened to you.

 

By collecting and displaying these secrets anonymously, written down and hidden in envelopes till now with no way to discern who gave which, puts them in a purgatory state. Inert on display, surgically removed from their position of power. Yet volatile through their anonymity, waiting for the chance to be discovered and then strike. Their presence makes us nervous, the thought that maybe this belongs to your closest friend for all anyone but the secret teller knows. It is only by opening the envelope and releasing this unstable power that we will see the influence these words still hold.