Harry Potter and the Cursed Child- J. K. Rowling, Jack Thorne, and John Tiffany

“Delphi: Ah, Have I just put my foot in it? It’s what they used to say about me at school. Delphini Diggory–there isn’t a hole she couldn’t dig herself into.”-Act One, loc 456

“Dumbledore: You ask me, of all people, how to protect a boy in terrible danger? We cannot protect the young from harm. Pain must and will come.”-Act Two, loc 1409

“Scorpius: Cedric was a different person entirely–dark, dangerous,. My dad–doing anything they wanted him to. And me? I discovered another Scorpius, you know? Entitled, angry, mean–people were frightened of me. It feels like we were all tested and we all–failed.

Albus: But you changed things. You had a chance and you changed time back. Changed yourself back.

Scorpius: Only because I knew what I should be.”-Act Three, loc 2623

“Dumbledore: Harry, there is never a perfect answer in this messy, emotional world. Perfection is beyond the reach of humankind, beyond the reach of magic. In every shining moment of happiness is that drop of poison: the knowledge that pain will come again. Be honest to those you love, show your pain. To suffer is as human as to breathe. “-Act Four. loc 3176

“Ginny: Harry, you’d do anything fr anybody. You were pretty happy to sacrifice yourself for the world. He needs to feel specific love. It’ll make him stronger, and you stronger too.”-Act Four, loc 3433

It’s been almost 15 years since I started to read this story. Now, like Star Wars, The Lord of The Rings, and Narnia, etc., Harry Potter has established its own universe too, with a presumable largest global fan group.

Rowling still writes short pieces for Pottermore, and this play is a part of the website’s production. For the first time, I’m reading an original HP book in English, and the etymology of each spell and magic terminologies drew my attention. Those are things easily get lost in translation but I think the Chinese translators did a great work on words’ selection.



Slightly Melted

Those several sentences waft in the air,
carrying a scent of battered rum cookie dough.
I thought the war is over, long ago
just myself couldn’t comprehend because of my dyslexia.

There were summers so strong that
they squeezed my vessels carved inside my bones,
like the waves rounded the cobblestone in an infinite time,
like the deep water submarine volcano changed everything unseen.

The Apocalypse we both missed from two very different ends,
with the unspeakable origin of Saturn.
This goes back and force yet I still taste the cotton candy and marshmallow for return,
seeing the grinner face making such a contrast in your eyes.


One thing I learnt when I was still out there. never speak for any one because there are too many facets of life that you cannot see.I hope that I may go back to Route 66 again, for the last time I was driving across there was that so clear destination. I’m about to go back and don’t remember many details on my way.

Before MI, everywhere is horrific and sort of plain. I’m scared but proud of myself keep going my way.

You know when I cross the boundary of AZ and NM, I pulled the car on the side of the interstate and got out. It was the only car on the road. I walked back to the sign, saying NM with a jalapeño on it. Along the road, there is only endless land covering with dry grass. 

It was so windy and chilly that I had to run to the sign, taking pictures as quickly as possible and jumping back inside. 

The sunset casts shadow and a bloody hue on those red rocks. Those rich layers of the rock defeat the relative simple sky. The topography still reminds me of AZ, of the imagined West America in cow boy stories. 

There is too few people so that you won’t feel safe if you are used to any city. 

A story could happen exactly there. I knew that when I was driving by Zuni’s territory. It would be a horror story, one that you may read and tell me that there is nothing unreasonable in it but because of this it is so freakin scary. 

If you were there being with me, you’d understand what I’m talking about. But you weren’t there, you were sitting in the most comfortable couch in the world at your newly rented apartment, with the laptop on your laps and a cup of instant coffee in one hand, and the other hand jumping on the keyboard.

I guess when this picture emerges, it becomes the reason of me not being able to say bye. 
One thing I learnt when I was still out there–not close to you not close to home–never speak for any one because there are too many facets of life that you cannot see.