
I’m reading Murakami, getting increasingly frustrated with his portrayal of women and realizing that with that frustration, I am fulfilling the prophecy of my ninth grade English teacher. This is about that prophecy.

A raw, personal post for Sunday. No big ideas or invitations for revolutions of the soul, just me and you. I call it heart talk.

I’m hiding out in a coffee shop, remembering one of the first artists who ever caught my eye, and why I still think about her work all of the time.
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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