The Realness of Imaginary Things

July 1st, 2025

(Note: Yes, I’ve been reading Harry Potter. You might have expected a Trash Quest Pt. 4 post today, but Im too stuck in Potter world. I finished the fourth book last night. I read the first six when I was in elementary school, but not the last, so I don’t actually know how it all ends. As a 29 year old man, I have to tell y’all… I am enthralled.)

Slipping… into fantasy. Into a fantastical world, realer than the world, the “real” world I’m inhabiting now. But how much fantasy exists in our “real” world?

Money? Fantasy. Nations? Fantasy. Laws? Fantasy.

You can’t hold a law in your hands. You can’t touch a nation. $20 has no power outside of certain human minds. We operate in a fantasy world.

What is Spongebob? Is Spongebob real? Does Spongebob Squarepants exist? Did he ever exist? Outside of our imaginations, in the physical world, no. But does that make him any less real?

Fantasy is reality. Reality is fantasy. This is the premise of Don Quixote. Who is to say he’s not a knight? But himself?

You are what you think you are. What does it matter if no one else agrees? It’s your reality. You are a knight. You are a spaceman, a diva, a Messiah. It’s your reality.

Imagination and imaginary worlds are real. Bilbo Baggins is real. Voldemort is real. When you close your eyes and imagine yourself frolicking in the waves on the beach, that’s real.

It’s really happening. It happened.

I was reading Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire last night, and Fred yawned, and I saw him yawning, as I read, in my mind’s eye, and it made me yawn, in “real” life.

That’s how real it is.

I was there in the graveyard, watching Voldemort torture Harry, hearing the laughter of the Death Eaters, their dark hoods shaking back and forth as they laughed, watching Harry run, battle. I was there.

Is a dream real? For that moment, is it really happening? Are we in a dream now?

What is fantasy? What is not? What is reality?


Illusion is a great word. I have always loved that word, because it’s fun to say, and because of what it means.

An illusion. It’s nothing but an illusion. It’s just an illusion. And when the illusion breaks, and you’ve returned to reality once more, you’ve been disillusioned. You are seeing clearly again.

But, what if you never gave up on the illusion? Or, what if you accepted a dual reality? Then, it is never really an illusion.

It is just reality.


I guess this is coming from how immersed I’ve been in Harry Potter.

Reading JK Rowling’s writing, about how she has always had a tendency to slip in and out of imaginary worlds. They are real worlds, the characters are real people, Hogwarts a real place.

A real place, in a person’s mind, accessible to only them. And yet, they can take you there, through language.

This is the magic and the power of the writer. Of the storyteller.

What an incredible power we have.

The Life Of A Rat

Scene – Student is sitting in college philosophy class. Professor is in a particularly tempestuous mood. Every other student is scrolling through Tik Tok on their phones.

*Professor is unaware of every student on phone. Professor has singled out Student not on phone.*

“Tell me son, is the life of a rat’s any difference from that of a human’s?”

*Student feels skin on his face concernedly.*

“Professor, my skin is so dry. Do you have any lotion? I forgot to put my African Shea Nut Butter on this morning.”

“Damn your skin! And no, sorry I don’t have any. Listen to me!”

*Professor slams hands down on table and looks directly at Student.*

“Answer me this – Is the life of a rat’s any different from that of a human’s?”

*The Student think this over.*

“Where does the rat live?”

“New York City.”

“And the human as well?”

“Yes.”

“I would say they are about equal, then.”

“And why is that?”

“Well, the rats don’t have to ride the train. I hear they have pretty good mental health care in their community as well.”

“If you believe this, then would you have any problem with trading places with a New York City rat? Assuming that you do live in New York City.”

*Student thinks this over.*

“Can I pick the rat?”

“No. Completely random.”

“Ok. No problem.”

“Interesting..”

*The Professor lifts hands up off of table and brings finger up to mouth in a contemplative gesture.*

“Ellie!”

*Professor attempts to get the attention of a female student in the back.*

“Ellie!!!”

*Ellie is lost in the Tok.*

*Student throws eraser at Ellie.*

“Wha- Oh my god.”

*Ellie is jolted back to reality. Professor slams hands back down on desk. Professor likes doing this.*

“What were you watching just now?”

*Professor is accusative.*

“Uhm.. I can’t remember.”

“Just try.”

*Ellie’s brain heats up.*

“There was.. an attractive man.. He had curly hair and was speaking fast.. Something about planting seeds..”

*Professor is encouraging.*

“Go on! What kind of seeds? Why were they being planted? Why, Ellie?”

*Ellie’s brain is really cooking now.*

“Seeds.. yes, yes they were lemon seeds! I remember now! I can do something with water and a paper towel and dirt! With just enough sunlight, I can grow minature lemon trees in my apartment window, and enjoy my own minature lemons!!”

*Ellie is excited.*

“Good Ellie, good!! Now, let me ask you one more question. Ellie. Ellie, stay with me girl!”

*Ellie is deep into another Tik Tok.*

*Student throws highlighter at Ellie’s face.*

“Wha- Oh my god.”

*Ellie is once again forced to return to this horrible plane of existence.*

“Ellie, I have one more question for you.”

“Ok.”

“Does the average rat in New York City have a better life than the average New Yorker?”

*Ellie sets her phone down. With a flourish, she tosses her hair back and stands up.*

“Professor, I have been waiting for someone to ask me this question for my entire life.”

*Ellie proceeds to expound upon the struggles of human existence, on the quest for individual freedom, of collective suffering, of easy access to pizza, on the differences between rats and humans.. Professor is completely engrossed. Student is furiously taking notes.*

“..moreover, in New York City both rats and humans are free to piss anywhere, on anyone, and at any time they so desire. If that is not true liberation, what is? And so, on the grounds aforementioned, I would argue that your question is fundamentally flawed, and can only be substituted by an altered and improved one – Is there any difference between the average New Yorker and the average New York rat at all?”

*Professor and Student are awestruck. They begin to applaud. Some other members of the class who have a particularly strong Pavlovian response unconsciously join in the applause.*

“Brilliant, Ellie! Brilliant!”

*Ellie bows and returns to her phone. A student in the front row, sensing a viral moment, recorded the entire speech and uploaded it at 4x speed paired with a Minecraft toilet-building compilation and a video of cats dancing to Odetari’s “GOOD LOYAL THOTS”. The video was an overnight success because Ellie was hot.*

“Class dismissed!”

*The Professor shuffles papers and walks out. Student picks up highlighter and eraser off of floor and follows him. One student has a crush on the professor and follows him out. All other students remain and continue scrolling.*