sometimes i think about how i spend hours perfecting foam art that gets destroyed in thirty seconds when someone stirs their latte and i wonder if this is what monks feel like making sand mandalas. except mine cost ¥680 and come with oat milk
sometimes i think about how i spend hours perfecting foam art that gets destroyed in thirty seconds when someone stirs their latte and i wonder if this is what monks feel like making sand mandalas. except mine cost ¥680 and come with oat milk