
I won’t deny the filth. I won’t defend the utter obscurity that your existence dissolves into. But I will say this.

Spotting love around Brooklyn, a metaphor for the human experience, and why cities become like Pollock paintings the longer you love them.
Spinning Visions was created as an ode to love, art, and other messy things that make my head spin. It is a space for documenting experience and exploring thought. It is also the thing that makes me lose all sense of time and place. You can click here to learn more.
It should also be noted that I probably shouldn’t be telling you half of what is on here, but that I don’t really know how not to.
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