truth is, underneath it all, a lot of our beliefs aren’t rational, and they’re formed young. all those stories of magical protagonists. secret worlds if you just had the key. creatures just out of view. all that shit we imagined doesn’t go away because we got older. in a lot of ways it gets bigger, more elaborately built on.
i think we’re hiding the emotionally devastating core of the walrus vs fairy debate under jokes.
you see a fairy on your doorstep? and you think finally.
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