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November 17, 2008
Some things remain secret because they have to be kept that way. There’s no choice in the matter. If they escape into a broader, collective conscience they shatter into something else. The form shifts taking on attributes prescribed by others, until the shape has changed. The colours may remain and everyone will assure you that they understand your secret the way you intended but putting it into language has already destroyed it. For most, the division between our public and private persona is distinct. The irrational anxieties and barely-whispered hopes remain buried: hushed and hidden away. For fear of what?