Full circle

My last post, almost exactly a year ago was about Neil Gaiman - well, more or less. It's odd, because it's Neil Gaiman's work which has prompted me (compelled, rather) to come back and write some more. I finished Neil Gaiman's Sandman two days ago. Right to the last issue. I'd started on it a long time ago - a year, maybe two, possibly three, I don't know for certain. I stopped shortly after hitting issue #20 because the distro I had was damaged and I'd tired of all the missing pages.
A colleague re-introduced me to one the pivotal comics of the mid-eighties recently - The Watchmen - which I concluded I didn't quite like though I was impressed. The Sandman was another such, so I went and got the entire Sandman+spin-offs. And I sat and read, like in the old days. At work, during the lunch break. At home, until four in the morning. In the loo. And all I can say is: Mr. Gaiman, I salute you. The dreaming and all it's cast - Morpheus, Death and the other endless, Cain, Abel, Lucien, Merv, Thessaly, Hazel, Fox and all the others; they made me imagine. I forgotten what that was like, to live in my imagination, to feel it was more real than anything else. In the last year or two I've gone all prosaic, the magic gone from my days and nights. Just the occasional moment snatched from reality when it wasn't looking.
I stopped writing here because I concluded that this was useless, that it didn't accomplish anything. Who on earth is going to read this shite anyways? Better a technical blog where I can share the stuff I do everyday, stuff others may find useful. Well, no more. There is that, but I need this for me. It is good that I titled this blog 'What dreams may come'; now I dedicate this to the dreaming and what it brought back to me.
I've always said reality is for other people; I'd rather settle for a dream or thirty instead.