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

All around us rustles the drunken murmur of a Saturday night in New York City.

In this dream, I am standing on the sidewalk in front of that old Victorian house. I am young, but not so young.
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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