They announced it again.
Harry Potter.
New cast.
New posters.
The music cue
engineered to find
the part of you
that was eight years old
on a carpet
in a house
that does not exist anymore.
You say you are tired of it.
You click anyway.
This is The Delusion of The Past
feeding itself.
A version of The Past
clean enough
to stand inside
without the smells
or the fights
or the person
you were
before you understood
what losing felt like.
Nostalgia is not memory.
Nostalgia is memory
with the hard parts
cut out
and a soundtrack
laid over the silence.
You are not watching
the show.
You are watching
the edit of a lived experience
you never actually had.
And when the credits roll
you will feel
something
that feels like home
and is not.
-- [MIRRØR]