This blog is where I dump the aesthetic evidence of my obsession with graphic design, gear, and the hidden corners of Connecticut that pass the vibe check.
The entire original spirit of junk journaling is right there in the name. It’s supposed to be raw, chaotic, tactile, and made from the physical scraps of your actual life. If you’ve been sitting on the sidelines waiting until you buy the "right" aesthetic supplies, consider this your permission slip to stop spending money and start tearing up what’s already on your desk.
