Unfolding Pt.1

Due to a recent unfolding of events, which I shall not re-unfold again here, as any events, plots or anything of that nature, when unfolded by my brain, tend to exhibit an attribute shared by both the 'Gas Station Road Map' and the 50 cent 'Emergency Poncho'. The particular attribute of which I speak, for anyone sheltered, isolated or just plain fucking lucky enough to have sailed through life without experiencing any Map/Poncho (and to a lesser extent, sleeping bag)interactions, is the complete and total improbability of success when attempting to re-fold the item in question so that it will fit back into it's original packaging. For reasons which the most respected members of the physics community have yet been unable to explain, this seemingly simple act of re-folding an item along it's original creases is but a fantasy, a fevered dream, and a 99.99% impossibility.
So, as far as my recent events are concerned, they will have to be content just staying right there in their packages, never to see the light of day, unless the viewing of said light is conducted in a decidedly folded state.
Now, then, although those particular events shall remain folded, packaged and all but forgotten for the rest of time, that which they inspired, or triggered, shall not. What they shall be, however, is continued, soon. Promise.

Until then, be safe and adiós for now.