Quietly carrying a secret. Bottled up. Not because one wants to be alone with it, but because one has no way to tell it. Perhaps for fear of environmental retaliation, embarrassment, being ostra- cized by family or friends or colleagues, wrath of others, risk of being misunder- stood leading to greater isolation, fear of causing someone else to be misunderstood Many people in our culture are in this predicament. Victims of domestic violence, outcast children, "normal" people, addicts, people ending a relationship, outcast adults, the "familiar stranger" with whom you take the bus everyday but with whom you have never spoken a word, manic- depressives, postal workers, people living with disease, your sister-in-law. This pro- posal offers a design to allow the private somethings to be uttered, spoken, shared, put out into the public space of the city in which we live together, by the people harboring inner states of anything, anytime.