One week, these post-it notes graced the grimy walls of the tunnel that connects the 1 train to the L. Then the next week, they were gone. Just like that. “Subway Therapy” was a way for complete strangers to anonymously share secrets. Things that perhaps they’ve never told anyone before. Things that weigh heavily on them. It was a way to bare your soul. With no negative consequences.
This idea was conceived by the self-proclaimed Subway Therapist. It’s more than just an artistic statement. It’s a cultural one. By giving people a stickie and a marker, he has given those miserable commuters between the 1 line and the L train a voice. At the end of the day, I think this is what most of us want. We want to be heard. To be understood. By our significant others. By people we call friends. By people who call themselves family. By some higher being. And we will sometimes go to great lengths to find this connection. But the Subway Therapist has made it a little easier. Just write a note on your stickie, take that burden off your shoulders, and keep on moving.