Anonymous Confessions, The Epilogue

Source: Original Article

The Last Confession was the straw that broke the camel's back: What I started on my previous post was phenomenal, it was pretty obvious that I had to document it. If you're still unfamiliar with what I'm talking about, check the Anonymous Confessions blog post; I had announced I want to play a game, based on the work of an american artist.

Source: Anonymous Confessions

The thread of confessions started out with the following:

"I still love her"

"İt hurts not to see him"

"I do care about what people think of me"

Several anonymous persons decided to join later on, upon seeing the first feedback, and thought it might be a good idea to throw in their own confession, since, in the end, everything was totally anonymous. The majority spoke of relationships, parents, self esteem, aspirations, and unfinished love stories. Until the last guest posted their comment:

"Confession 1: I wish I can help everyone who posted here.
Confession 2: I am willing to try.
- Our parents will always criticize, out of good intentions as they want us to be the very BEST, although not always choosing the best time and method
- People who left us (whether willingly or not) have taught us many lessons, let's accept the lessons and the memories.
- Love is born in the human being, everybody loves, and everybody feels. If you can't feel it in the present, look for it in your past. That is your proof, and let that be your guiding light for the future as well.
Sorry if I sound Lala-landish... My intentions are good"

Apparently what I had in mind when I wrote that blogpost and started that initiative among the people around me, was sound and well put: they needed it, we all did actually. I'll top this with a personal secret, I once added a confession myself, but then removed it for the sake of integrity and objectivity; the project was THAT interesting.

What does it mean to confess to an absolute stranger, to a random human next to you in the metro or on the park bench? Is it the absolute secrecy that lures those people in? Is it the lack of any liability? There are no strings attached - no responsibilities or duties whatsoever, and most importantly, no judging at all. No one holds any prejudice in heart or mind, waiting for a word that would trigger judgement, keeping you from confessing anymore.

Here's an extract of the original article, going through what was most confessed about, and what were the immediate results:

By the end of the exhibition, over 1500 confessions were displayed on the walls. It’s about sex, love, or fears of dying alone. By collecting the confessions of the hotel’s visitors, this project seeks to create a cathartic sanctuary for this temporary community and help us see we are not alone in our quirks, experiences, and struggles as we try to lead fulfilling lives.

Source: Anonymous Confessions

In the end, I invite you reader to share with me one of your most intimate confessions. And always remember, you'll only be an additional anonymous among us :-)