The Allure of Fake Places

Perhaps it is a residual spark from my childhood, but even as I get older I still am fond of books or shows of places that never were. You know their names: Narnia, Neverland, King’s Landing. As a kid I used to sit inside my closet hoping to be transported to the places that I loved. The pine trees covered in a midwestern snow seemed too close to the images that I knew of Narnia….I would get there at some point, I believed. It is funny how forceful and unrepentant your imagination is when you are young. Still, when I hear their names, I feel that little warmth of recognition, like there is more magic to the world than I will admit.

 

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