Should I say it's good to be back on the blog ... or back in the blog again?

Probably references whether you consider the blog to be a block or a hood.  Back on the block.  Back in the hood.

I've been on many blocks and in many hoods of late.  Much too many not to lose my way.  Dark, dire, forsaken, hopeless blocks and hoods.  Lost stations halfway between the twilight of Life and the sunrise of Death.  Predators abounding, scavengers unrelenting, the fallen tossed out into cold alleys, the helpless huddling in shadows, a few bright souls passing by ever so seldom but never lingering long.  And I, watching, absorbing, learning, embracing all. 

I should have heeded the warnings: "Don't get too close."  "Don't get involved."  "You'll become what they are."

I didn't believe.  Or rather, I did believe, but also believed that I could 'unbecome' what they were - and what I might become - at the snap of my fingers. 

But I didn't realize that their fingers didn't snap.  And, if I became what they were, my fingers would no longer snap either.

To sink into a real otherworld and be sucked out of a contrived trance of non-visionary hyperthought.  Don't think, just sink.  Lower.  And lower.  Still lower.  Until the Sun rises in the land of the Dead.  And Shadows cast bodies upon the ground.

In Xanadu, did Kubla Khan?

Just don't linger too long at such a sight.  Or forget how to snap your fingers.  That or learn how to snap anew in that parallel yet darkly awful world that draws ever-closer seeking the everlasting likes of me ... and you.