cleansed, merely by the passage of time, a porter, a baggage handler, an hourglass, a clock, tempered somewhat by visual stimulation, adaptations, the leaving out of details, a bigger picture, a broader picture, and it blurs the lines, and no need to go back, no need to revisit that world just yet, with only 2 more movies left, and a good 4-5 months until the next, and in a week or so be able to put away that world, to let it go, and find a home to occupy my time. but time does heal all wounds, even imaginary, self inflicted, literary emotional impacts, bruises, but just rest, a little time away, and it does, just, go away.