Perfect square

A perfect square is transformed many times, but each time the square finds a way to find pleasure in its new shape. When it finally is left alone, it feels unhappy in its old confining shape and reshapes itself in a way that encompasses all the shapes it has been.

“On Tuesday,
the square was torn into scraps.

So it made itself into a garden.”

A lovely simple story about the power of creativity and the way to find happiness in times of difficulty.