Enough, “the past is a foreign country and they do things differently there.” If you write something across the heavens and people don’t understand, they don’t, or it’s because our longing is always bigger than the grasp. I tried to speak in ways better than a nasty fight through a blog too, but you soon find yourself talking only to yourself! Abrams people were never Vice President, Associate Editor or Mr protocols to me though. They were Tara, Sarah, Harold, Chad and Jason, as intimate as stories can be. Something died around 2008 and the world and this author went nuts. But evil is no abstract, it’s what people do and allow to be done. The residue of it all is only sadness and the pointless return to a past that never really exists. It has been an absurdly long goodbye.