I’m stuck at this point in my creative process where I don’t know what to share and what to keep, what’s for you and what’s for me.
Vulnerability led to a spiral where every thought became all important, you had to know everything, I had to tell you everything.
Silence has muted discussion, curbed ambition.
I’m 24 years old. I just moved to Brooklyn.
I have no idea what I’m doing.
Are you still young?