
This is about sitting in a bar in Manhattan with friends, six years later, remembering none other than those words.

The only real continuity is the kind we carry. The kind we house in the spaces between our bones, where memories live.

My mouth is so full of tomatoes that I can barely bring myself to go inside and write about how they taste. I just want to keep tasting 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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