update from sparkleup

writing/post-self/marsh/018.md

@@ -16,7 +16,7 @@ We were once more dropped into utter blackness, treated to nearly five minutes m
 
 The analogy was clear --- almost ham fisted --- and it left my stomach churning. It left a lump in my throat and a hotness on my face. It left me sobbing. Me and so many others in the audience, from what I saw when the lights came back up. Each seat had a cone of silence above it, preventing me from hearing anyone else. Beside me, Dry Grass had started crying from the beginning and hadn't lifted her head from her arms folded on the small table before us throughout the entire performance.
 
-The auditorium, full at the start, was half-empty by the end, so many of the audience members having left in disgust or pain. Günay, who had uploaded not two weeks prior, left before the stage went dark.
+The auditorium, full at the start, was half-empty by the end, so many of the audience members having left in disgust or pain.
 
 But now it was over and the house lights were coming back up, illuminating the two score crescent moon tables scattered through the room, the remaining audience sitting behind them in comfortable chairs. I stayed beside Dry Grass, rubbing her back gently as she worked to get her emotions under control. The audience filed out slowly while a few techs tore down the stage, gesturing at various props and the like, which either blipped out of existence or floated back into storage on their own. The blood on the stage was, thankfully, in the former category.