
This is about the messy memories that cloud making friends in the post-adolescent years.

What it means to visit the grave of who you have been with fresh flowers in hand.

Some thoughts on inspiration, art, and what it means to be a human in an increasingly artificial 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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