for a quick epiphany:
i realized that the reason why i would never, ever love the new harry potter theme park is because it would force the child within, the one who is a hardcore believe in magic and in anything that comes with the so beloved soundtrack i know by heart, that it's not real. and it was my mental home for so many years, that the vision of what i have in my heart and mind to be destroyed so cruelly by reality would crush me. well, a bit, anyway. i wish magic was real, and now, as always, i still believe i'll ride out of here in a blue vintage car.