
The Smashing Pumpkins, chai tea, fallen leaves, and shedding old friends, whose bodies have long since fallen out of your life.

I’m sitting by the orange tree, having a bit of a revelation about the nature of creative work. What it means, how it functions, and everything I got wrong about it when I was younger.

These are some things I haven’t told you. Things that, in an effort to foster a wholly authentic space, I am telling you now.

This is about finding love in the folds of the past. Plus, for fun, what I’m reading.
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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