Last night I went to the place where Mandalas grow.
You know those diagrams composed of complicated patterns… Well in this place you can find them everywhere.
Someone told me that they represent the Universe and drawing them it’s a way to meditate and get the trance...
So I was wandering around the streets of this strange town when I realized that I was drawing a Mandala as well. It wasn’t made of colors and shapes but rather of actions and choices, mistakes and diversions, it was my path, my life, a little Universe inside me.
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