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The name “Spinning Visions” came to me during my adolescence, long before I knew most of the things that I know now. It has stayed with me throughout the years and has become a kind of label for the experience of being young, heartbroken, in love, and full dreams that feel like tongues of fire dancing under your feet. There is a dizziness to the words that lends itself to the exciting, sickening disorientation that so often enshrouds the first few decades of our lives. The years where we are like revolving doors that people and places and experiences pass in and out of in nauseating succession. It is an ode to the haze that being full of hope and heartbreak leaves us suspended within as we navigate those years. It is an ode to pressing bare feet to a blue sky and feeling that that sky would go on forever if someone would just let it.

T O D A Y

As for this blog? Well, it’s full of things that I probably shouldn’t be telling you, but don’t really know how not to. It’s the love child of all of my passions, the product of sleepless nights spent scrawling in journals and long summer days spent floating through swimming pools, choking on mouthfuls of prose. It’s what I think about when I’m gallivanting around the city alone or standing in an art gallery. It’s a record of how I see the world, of how it has all felt for me.

With that being said, I hope you choose to stay awhile. I’ll put the coffee on. There are stories to tell.

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