
I did not know what love was until I encountered one that kept opening and opening and opening.

I cannot think of a more stunning thesis on the meaning of life than that.

You hear this amalgamation of metropolitan jargon spilling out of your mouth and it just hits you.

It’s a Monday night in Brooklyn. Fall leaves are pirouetting through the air and this is what is on my mind.
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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