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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...
March, 2005 in anticlimatic
So much of my life blurs together in my memory, but the spring of 2005- despite being incredibly mundane- has retained a place in the most crystal clear of recollections. A good memory to me is l...
Government Family in anticlimatic
I’ve always had enormous contempt for government. Not for the taxes they steal, as I’m not particularly greedy and never spend much time on my own financial details, but just on the amount of has...
An Adequate Break in anticlimatic
On Saturday I woke up to silence except for the trickling of water from the artesian overflow outside my bedroom window. The bed had never felt so comfortable, so I went back to sleep for a time....
Climate Change vs Human Change in anticlimatic
I think a lot of people forget that Nature is the enemy, but not me. I am inclined to take care of It- to collect and remove rubbish from natural spaces, to escort pests away from homes instead ...
The Magic Of A Child's Enviornment in anticlimatic
I was enjoying a warm, windy, end of summer evening, when I came upon a soccer field in this little village. The sprinklers were pinging the goal frame, and at once I recovered a feeling of being...
Summertime, and the living's easy in anticlimatic
I feel very lonesome without the company of people that only exist in my imagination. I like people, as a concept. I like myself in similar regard. But in practice? I feel like anytime I get the...
Retiring Psychology in anticlimatic
Noted an interesting transition in my interests and motivations over the last few years just the other day- I am much less curious and captivated with human psychology, of any sort. I have an end...
Territory Map in anticlimatic
I am reenacting my twelve year old life, it seems. Not deliberately, just…incidentally perhaps. I wonder if it’s an indication that I have approximately 12 years to live, during which I am fated...
The Horror Of Immortality in anticlimatic
If granted immortality at, say, the age of 35- assuming also that the speed in which it feels time passes us by continues to accelerate at the same rate that it does for our first average lifetim...
Let the window open, I want to hear the rain. in anticlimatic
Oh, to fly through time and space... in anticlimatic
When I was a teenager I was full of all the angst and longing and binary sunsets one would expect, and one outlet I had for the abundance of energy these feelings would generate was cycling. I’d ...
A Temporal Dislodging in anticlimatic
I took a photo of a bulldozed lot this evening, from the front of a vacant and overgrown storefront. The storefront used to be Mitchel Street Market, and before that 7-11, and for a time it was t...
Are there still beautiful things? in anticlimatic
One of my favorite customers is this eccentric guy named Jeff who lived on this farm compound with his nurse wife. During covid she moved into the guest house to “stay safe,” and must have discov...
