Water Genie

I, tonight, am sitting, reclining, luxuriating and making an eve of it after a very emotional state of being over the last few days. A week really, or slightly over into the several days past a week sort of over. Several being more than two but not into the double digits of amount more than what was a fore mentioned. This emotional state relates to a sadness factory near the city that once had no name and then did but not until the end of a story which was read by the majority if not entirety of the class that this blog is being written, created, penned, typed and imagined for. That name had been forgotten by me and it was less the forgetting that made me sad but the remembering by force of what would be the action of a greater power bowed to by all of a geographic region who do not wish to incur certain unmentioned but terrifying and most likely hinted at or insinuated reactions to the action of not cooperating with the acts that were required which, in this case, was remembering something painful. But, thankfully this is all over, completed, done, finished, the line has ended and it is fin again. Now I may be able to focus my concentrated power of thought onto the actuality of this class and leave the past where it belongs: in the past. Behind me. Fading away as a dropped article into an abyss.