…and we’re back. I’m back. It’s back. The Shrine of Insanity is back. I don’t mean the fancy one, I mean the one I started first, the geocities one, the one with all the gifs of dripping blood and bolts of electricity.

Somewhere along the way I lost myself and so descended into the darkness of the underworld.  Hardly surprising that I should suffer such a malady as a deep and persistant melancholy, given the name of the website I had created.

The Shrine became more than me and no matter how hard I attempted to wrest back control, it bit and tore at me. It ate me. And then it fell apart.

So too then did I fall apart. And those pieces of me, like some shattered lightglobe did not shine anymore. I entered into a period that I can only describe as a profound emptiness. Life whipped and struck at me. I endured and sometimes I even mustered the strength to rise up. To take another shot. But I never succeeded. I always fell. And not only did I fall,  I fell farther and farther, into even more obscure realms and ever darker oblivion.

I am better now. Not fixed, but better. My brain is here, tuned into some sort of frequency that it hasn’t been connected to in a long time. The lightning bolt gifs are no longer on the page, but in my mind. Okay, they might be on the page too.

But the most important thing of all is that this is not your Shrine.

It’s mine.