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Fool and contradiction.
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What song takes you home? in anticlimatic
And where might that be, exactly? I have a few songs that seem to pair with very specific moments throughout my life. These moments are a layer cake of sensual memories in which the song fills th...
Empathy in anticlimatic
I don’t understand people when they wish more empathy into the world. Why invite that much heartbreak on an already beleaguered humanity? I think refraining from judgement is oft confused with e...
Case Closed in anticlimatic
I have at last, with one final visit to the deeds department, pieced together a rough enough idea of when this old house was built and by whom. I hereby consider the matter closed, so that I may ...
Ever get smells stuck in your head? in anticlimatic
My grandmother’s house smelled like 1940s linoleum, ancient cigarette smoked wallpaper, thrift stores with mostly old wool items, and a distant whiff of moth balls with cabbage. An extremely uniq...
Talking Leaves in anticlimatic
I continue to spiral into historical research, though I’ve branched off a bit from my targeted house research into other avenues. The answers I need to progress on that front are in the county bu...
The House Rents You in anticlimatic
I bought this old house on the river in town a few years ago. This very old house. Previous owner was an old lady whose family had all either moved out or died, and according to her, and the off...
The Valley Of Cringe in anticlimatic
I’ve seen young folks describe this thing they call “the valley of cringe,” which apparently is something one must pass through in order to reach Being Cool. Not much context is provided other th...
Contrail Over The Creek in anticlimatic
I keep time slipping during walks around the river and neighborhood. Something about the exercise and the scent of local spring flora and the calm undistracted stillness of mind. It lets in dis...
New Nightmare in anticlimatic
First dream in a long time the other night. Bit of a nightmare, to boot. Didn’t realize how much I missed dreams. Might be time to give up the inhibitors. In the dream I was at a party of some ...
Make Love Not Babies in anticlimatic
I think I found the problem. I haven’t known what to do with the recent societal malaise beyond chalking it up to the internet, or at the very least social media…but I think that is outdated. I t...
How To Think in anticlimatic
I keep having these mini psychotic breaks throughout the day. Some random memory, or a piece of a memory, will fire- like ringing in the ears- singular at first, then overwhelming. I have a creat...
Beauty Is Truth in anticlimatic
My girlfriend has been playing this game lately called “Lord Of The Rings Or” in which I have to chose between Lord Of The Rings, by JRR Tolkien and other things. She finally got me with “showeri...
Summer Fortune in anticlimatic
When I was a kid I attributed a benevolent will to the universe, and perhaps people, when in reality it was just the herculean efforts of kind and generous individuals who felt compelled to look ...
NPR's Collapse in anticlimatic
After rage-listening for almost a year now, not really understanding why I was listening or why I was raging, I discovered a few things. My local NPR affiliate, WCMU, pulled all music programming...
The River in anticlimatic
The house I live in and am restoring is undated, and I’ve always wondered when the oldest, forward part of the home was built. The rear portion of the basement is autographed and dated 1910, but ...
Morning On The Job Site in anticlimatic
Exquisite morning. They’re all exquisite. Evening is always the time when things unravel. I think the fact that I write mostly in the evenings is a sign that I may be trying to re-ravel with th...
Scene Analysis, Planes Trains And Automobiles in anticlimatic
Easily one of the most touching and memorable scenes in movie history according to almost anyone who has seen the movie…but what makes it so good? I’ve thought a lot about it, and I have some id...
Lucid Living in anticlimatic
“You can time travel to the past anytime you want, but you’ll be alone when you get there.” Saw this written somewhere. Been confounding me for weeks. It coincided with a run-in with a historica...
Shadow Light in anticlimatic
Disgruntled tonight. In fact, if you’re reading anything I’m writing, I’m almost certain it’s from a need on my part to vent some negative feeling or another. Several come to mind. Frustration. ...
Drink The Bottle Dry For Me in anticlimatic
This song is my current obsession. Something in the cleanliness of it. The absolute beauty of everyone performing. A clean and unsexualized scene straight out of my protestant memories of the 90...
Bedroom In The Orchard in anticlimatic
My ma, who I love, is wild. She’s very unique/odd, but was always beautiful, so she got away with it. When attractive people talk about a benevolent God who watches out for them, or a spirit of K...
Autumn Streetlights, 12:00 AM in anticlimatic
The windows are dark on the small town autumn street in which you live, yet a strong breeze moves. Far away, somewhere now, somewhere also in a dream- city lights shine on someone living the time...
I think her name was Beth... in anticlimatic
I got hit with a memory from 22 years ago recently- over half the total length of the time I’ve been alive ago; in a time when I had been a child for almost 100 percent of my life until that poin...
Autumn Blooms in anticlimatic
It’s an exquisitely warm first day of autumn, and me not being one to let such things go to waste I spent most of it strolling the neighborhood scenery with my hands in my pockets. City trash pic...
Summer Boils in anticlimatic
I thought if I stared hard enough at this passing summer it would take longer to boil. I didn’t even blink and already the pot is off the stove completely. Like it was never there. Record heat, a...