Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto

Be honest. You read the title of this post, and now you can't get those awful yet catchy Styx lyrics out of your head, can you?

One of the most popular sites on the internet at the present moment is Post Secret, it bills itself as "an ongoing community art project where people mail-in their secrets anonymously on one side of a homemade postcard".

Secrets, secrets, we all have 'em. I'm not sure of what to make of the site. Does anonymously confessing in cyberspace serve to purge the demons of those who contribute artwork and confessions? Is it a platform for emotional catharsis? What does this phenomenon say about our need to deal honestly with our own emotions?

Here's a picture from Post Secret to give you the gyst.