
A personal, diary-like post about a glamorous night spent out in the city, feeling very 21.

If you aren’t a kid about to graduate college and move to New York, let me tell you what it feels like.

I recently started Sally Mann’s gorgeous memoir and can’t stop thinking about something that she said. Something about the haunting distortion of reality that even the best art invariably partakes in.

I’m staring at the city skyline, dizzy, thinking about the world I inhabited for a long time, and what it meant to escape it. The manic pixie dream world.
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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