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Suddenly, life has new meaning. in anticlimatic
There is an inherent irony to things. Destruction. Violence. Analytical disassembly. These things feel at odds with the natural flow of life- like a harsh interruption and abrupt pivot away. ...
Time it was and what a time it was in anticlimatic
I did far too much driving today, and towards the tail end, when it was in the dark, my brain began to muddle. I thought back to life in my teenage years. All the things I thought were interesti...
Where Grownups Play in anticlimatic
I feel like I’ve never lived a life. Like I’ve been trapped in the lobby of some casino, or game, unable to find a door I could fit through to get into the main floor. I know it’s in there. ...
The cost of being good in anticlimatic
“No good deed goes unpunished” is not an ironic reflection. It is a mathematical certainty I fear. I like the different psychological models that set up a binary in the psyche- conscious/subcon...
The Call of the Corner Store in anticlimatic
Autumn languor has taken hold. There are more things in my life that either need work or need radical change than there are things I want to keep static and cozy through the long dark of the co...
Speak Friend And Enter in anticlimatic
This afternoon I spent some time cleaning out my vehicle for the first time in a couple years. I removed every single item from the cab, vacuumed it out, and put it back together with some sembl...
The Thrill of Camaraderie in anticlimatic
Met my brother out at the Old Trail Tavern north of Goodhart, along remote shore drive. Or what used to be the Old Trail Tavern. Since the 50s I believe, it’s been just a residence- no longer a ...
community warmth in the night in anticlimatic
I live in a small town, but the cabin on the beach that I share with my brothers a couple hours north across the Mackinaw Bridge is in a much smaller village. The whole of the business district ...
Gabriel's Pond in anticlimatic
Accidentally shot my schedule in the face today, while at work, and fell into some unintended free time. And while the gears in my head were spinning along with my proverbial wheels trying to co...
Being Present in anticlimatic
I have heard of this practice for a long while, but always had a hard time understanding what it meant exactly- until recently, after randomly opening up to one of my customer’s Nephews (in his ...
Poor Kid in anticlimatic
Yesterday, at the exact same time I was swimming in the exact same lake, 20 miles away, a 14 year old boy who was swimming where I used to swim when I was 14 drowned. He and a friend got caught ...
scent of laundry in anticlimatic
I was out riding and meditating after dark tonight, testing my memory by recalling things I hadn’t recalled in a long while, when suddenly I got hit with a very potent shadow of a memory. An ope...
An Interest In Mortality in anticlimatic
I pursue an interest in history to attempt to understand mortality, I think. Not world history, far removed from anything empirical or useful, but local history- or the history of wherever I hap...
Are we religious, inherently? in anticlimatic
I struggle to make sense of humanity. Partly because I’m an idiot, and partly because humanity eludes sense on the regular. Self awareness seems illusory. Like, it feels like we can see ourse...
The ghost of the great highway returneth in anticlimatic
My siblings and I all share a family cabin we’ve had for 30 years, up in a remote part of Upper Peninsula, five miles west of a tiny dead-end village along “the scenic” highway, on a beautiful b...
Fucking Boomers in anticlimatic
I was navigating some narrow buoys, bringing my little aluminum boat back to the dock, when I reached for my beer to take one last sip before it was all hands on deck with ropes and such, an...
Who am I, Gamling? in anticlimatic
As the world evolves and everything I know becomes just a system of memory shared with my fellow generational travelers, I must say it’s hard to identify myself. The culture and times in which o...
July 4th, but there was a time... in anticlimatic
I spent my 4th of July playing host to my good friend from out of town, which included an entire rushed BBQ performance by yours truly at 8:00 PM, after a two hour drive and a huge family BBQ I ...
When night falls in anticlimatic
Is it true that hippies are assholes larping as nice people, and goths are nice people larping as assholes? Because even though I am not particularly into metal, especially black metal, I canno...
Of self and others in anticlimatic
One thing I have realized in my travels through this world is that you don’t have to like yourself in order to be happy with your life- but you do have to like what you do. The principals you li...
What's the best creepy summer song you've got? in anticlimatic
There’s been this rotting deer carcass in my neighbor’s bushes for a couple weeks at this point. I checked on it today, and it’s almost down to fur and bones- but there’s still plenty of stench ...
Come a knock on our door... in anticlimatic
I keep getting assaulted by these bits of memory from when I was very very young, about impressions and observations I had about adult men my own age currently. Some on TV, some real. John Ritte...
Political Independence in anticlimatic
If you happen to find yourself a political partisan, lying to yourself about “them” and pretending you understand “them” better than they do, I would encourage you to reevaluate your standing ju...
Talking away... in anticlimatic
I’ve seen this around, here and there, but only recently got sucked into kind of listening to it on a loop. Moods must create audio grooves like lock tumblers that particular tunes only real...
the mask of normal in anticlimatic
I believe there’s two types of people in the world: normals, and weirdos. Each with a mask the other might wear. Most people are normals, per the inherent nature of term, and can be viewed eith...
