封印済み。何を書いたにせよ、待っています。
いま夜空に 5,887 の秘密
秘密が
夜空へ昇っていく
暗闇から見知らぬ誰かの秘密をつかまえて、読んでみてください。心に残ったらろうそくを灯して。準備ができたら、あなたの秘密もひとつ — アカウントも名前もプロフィールも付かない、匿名で。
今夜、どこかで
誰かがもう書き留めています
ここにある秘密はどれも、ほかに置き場所のなかった誰かが書いたものです。名前もプロフィールもアカウントも付いていません。ひとつ読んで、ろうそくを灯して、手放してください。
My wife thinks I quit smoking in 2011. I did, in the house, in the car, everywhere she might smell it. But once a month I drive to a lookout an hour away, smoke exactly one cigarette, and watch the lights come on across the valley. It isn't the nicotine. It's the fifteen minutes of being a man accountable to no one, the last small room where I answer to nobody, and then I drive home and am hers again.— どこかの見知らぬ誰か
Widowed is what my grandmother called herself for sixty years. Abandoned is what she was. In 1953 she paid for a headstone with no body under it so her children could visit a grave instead of a question. I found the receipt. I still rake the leaves off his empty grave every October, because she wanted it kept.— どこかの見知らぬ誰か
The man who fired me in 1994, who made a whole meeting laugh at my expense, sends me a Christmas card every year now. Retired, lonely, forgetting things. I could ignore it. Instead I send one back with a photo of my garden. He has no idea I lay awake for years plotting elegant revenges I never had the nerve for. It turns out the revenge was outliving my hatred of him. I signed this year's card, warmly.— どこかの見知らぬ誰か
Four months after Dad died, the funeral home told me about a second urn, prepaid, standing instructions, his name on the account for forty years. His brother. Dead in 1977, kept in a closet because their mother wouldn't have him in the family plot. I buried them together at dawn with the groundskeeper's help. The plot holds two now. Only the grass and I know.— どこかの見知らぬ誰か
Almost is a place. We were almost in 1979, again in 1994, and once more, dangerously, in 2011. Some couples get a song. We got a schedule of near misses. Lately I catch myself doing the math on the next one. My door sticks. I have oiled it.— どこかの見知らぬ誰か
受け取る四つの方法
夜のやり方で秘密を受け取る
秘密は通知のように届くべきではありません。今の時間に合う儀式を選んでください。
ランタン
闇を昇っていく秘密をつかまえる。
ボトル
真夜中の海からひとつ引き上げる。
ホタル
光る秘密を両手で包む。
郵便受け
灯りのついた扉をひとつ開ける。
コレクション
身に覚えのあるものから
数百の秘密を、テーマごとに集めました。残りは夜空にあって、秘密を交換して出会えます。（秘密の本文は英語の原文のままです。）
仕組み
ひとつ渡してひとつ受け取る
1
夜が差し出す秘密を読む
毎晩、無料で二回読めます。好きなように使ってください。
2
あなたの秘密を放つ
使い切ったら秘密をひとつ書いてください。匿名で飛んでいき、夜がもう二回読ませてくれます。
3
ろうそくを灯す
見知らぬ誰かの秘密が心に残ったら、ろうそくを灯してください。誰かが受け止めたことが相手に伝わります。
自分のために残す一通
未来の自分に書く
ここにあるほかの文章はすべて見知らぬ誰かのために書かれます。未来の自分への手紙はその反対。選んだ日まで封がされ、その間は書き直せず、あなた以外の誰も読みません。
たいていの人は、ずっと先延ばしにしてきたこと — 自分自身に言えずにいたこと — を封じます。
今ごろにはもう、このせいで駄目になっていると思い込んでいたよね。そうはならなかった。まだ言えていないあのことを、誰かに言いに行って。
公開されている数編
人が本当に書くこと
Both families disapproved, so we eloped — different everything, the kind of match people bet against. Forty years later, at his father's deathbed, the old man who'd refused to attend our wedding gripped my hand and said 'you were right, I was wrong, thank you for loving my son.' I never told my husband his father said it. He died believing his dad never came around. But I know. And on our anniversary I toast a man who hated me and lived long enough to be grateful, and I toast him alone, and I keep the peace.
告白 · 匿名My wife's ex sends flowers to her mother every Mother's Day, still, and her mother loves it, and I've decided you can be outmaneuvered by a man who understood which relationship actually mattered.
重い話 · 匿名We were high school sweethearts who married and divorced and I remarried and she didn't, and my second wife is wonderful and I love her truly, and last month my first wife was hospitalized and I sat by her bed for a week and my second wife let me, understood, and I held the hand of the girl I married at nineteen while she slept, and I've decided the human heart is a house with more rooms than we're told, and that loving my second wife and loving the memory of my first are not a betrayal but a floor plan, and that I'm lucky, unbearably lucky, to have loved two women that much in one short life.
告白 · 匿名We met at a hospice where both our fathers were dying, in a hallway at 3am, and fell in love over vending machine coffee amid so much death, and people think it's morbid and it's the opposite, we found the most life either of us had ever felt in the place where life was ending, and I've never known how to explain that grief and love came through the exact same door.
告白 · 匿名My addiction cost me the years my kids were small, and I can't get those back, no amount of sobriety un-erases a childhood a father slept through. But my daughter had a baby this spring and asked me — me — to be the one there in the daytime while she works. I hold my granddaughter every afternoon in the exact chair I was too drunk to hold her mother in. I know it's a second chance I did nothing to deserve. I've decided the only honest response to undeserved grace is to show up, sober, every single day, and I do.
小さな灯り · 匿名A nurse held my hand while they told me and then her shift ended and she was gone, and I never got her name, and I've donated to that hospital every year in honor of 'the nurse who stayed,' and they've stopped asking me to be specific, and she'll never know she's a line in my will.
重い話 · 匿名