I want a glimpse into your private life. I want to know your best story. I want access to your secrets, your inside jokes (the ones just between you and you), and your hopes, dreams, and failures. No, I don’t want to look at your diary. I want to know your passwords. In the NYT Magazine, Ian Urbina takes us on a very interesting journey into the secret life of passwords: “In our authorship of passwords, in the fact that we construct them so that we (and only we) will remember them, they take on secret lives. Many of our passwords are suffused with pathos, mischief, sometimes even poetry.” (Mostly pathos…)