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Luna Parks seemed like a magical, exotic place for a six year olds, a place full of joy and excitement. Then adulthood occurs and the magic disappears, leaving in its place the cold reality: crumbling buildings and salmonella-ridden food. The bright colours reminiscent of warm sunny summer take on a sinister tone in the grey weather of autumn; as if all the magic had drained away and revealed a bleak, surreal, end-of-civilization reality made of empty tacos houses and wind-swept Mayan pyramids. As if the end of the world happened in cheerful technicolor.

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