February 01, 2005

postcards from the id

Anonymous postcards sent to a stranger with a deep secret written (and sometimes illustrated) therein and then displayed on a gallery wall as well as a website for the world to see, nobody knowing it's yours? It tickles the voyeur in each of us, that part of us that wants to see how someone else really and truly feels. And some are as dark as you'd expect. Others, not so much.

I think my favorite postcard is this:

Sometimes I still keep one eye open
after I've supposedly gone to sleep
just in case
my stuffed animals
come to life.

How can you not love that admission? In the present tense, no less.

Posted by Tamar at February 1, 2005 10:02 PM