Tonight it was a fascinating North Vietnamese restaurant called Khong River House in Miami Beach. It's been open only four days and the staff have that staring-eye look that reminds you of exam day at college.
Still, for reasons of sheer art, they have an installation near the restrooms. The idea is that you take one of the provided pens and write down your truth, your dream, or your confession on a piece of board that you then hang for all to see.
Just like the Web, it's entirely anonymous.
But I imagine that a lot of slightly inebriated people come by and -- just like the Web -- post things because it makes them feel better to release something of themselves.
I went through most of the submissions. Of course, some of them must be jokes. But, I suspect, not all of them.
"My daughter isn't my husband's biological child, but he doesn't know," read one that seemed oddly real.
"I like to pluck my pubic hair," said another. I am not sure whether this was a truth, a dream, or a confession.
"I'll be knocked up, fat, and ugly in 2013... and my bf won't marry me :(" read one painfully realistic confession.