Experimenting with crossposting from here to my tumblr, and maybe later with instagram to here, let's see what happens...)
There were red circles that I would see painted on buildings or sidewalks when I was meant to stop and find relevant booksfor sale, usually at these outdoor market stalls, and at one point when I was really frustrated I realized I could walk up to a red wall and paint the outline of a circle, making my own red circle and it worked, suddenly the book I was looking for was at the shop table behind me.
And on the one hand, that's very dream logic, and on the other, that's basically a clear metaphor for magic, isn't it?