Secrets are wonderful things. I love other people's secrets. We all do. I am good at getting and keeping secrets. If you have one, you can tell me. You need to tell a secret. You know how badly you want to. If you have too many, you begin to forget them. There is perhaps nothing as sad as a forgotten secret. Without the telling, nothing exists. In my next career, I will be the person to whom you tell your secrets. I will write them down and wrap them up in pretty packages. Best of all, I can tell your secret without anyone knowing. They won't be able to trace them back to you. A second party secret can be safely told. You will enjoy seeing and hearing people's reactions to them anonymously. Yes, a secret told is a delicacy.
A secret is a million times better than a dream or a nightmare.
I will be a chronicler and a keeper. I will catalog them so we know what are the most and what are the least common types. This, I think, is a stroke of genius. I can hardly wait. I tremble now thinking of the knowledge I will bring to the world. And people like to tell me things. They really do. I am one of the best listeners you have ever met because I am truly interested in what you have to tell.
I'll need your photograph, though. Photographs are secrets, too, secrets revealed.
Let me turn your secrets into art. Truly. . . it is our only hope.
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