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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...


December 18, 2023

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...


November 28, 2023

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. ...


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...


October 26, 2023

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...


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 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...


September 24, 2023

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...


September 22, 2023

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...


September 19, 2023

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...


September 18, 2023

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...


September 06, 2023

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....


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 ...


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...


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...


August 05, 2023

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...


August 04, 2023

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...


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...



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 ...


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...


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...


In the year 2000 I was 18 years old and about to (barely) graduate high school. I had a cell phone- just a flip phone, but they were new at the time and not many even had those. Back then it was ...


May 31, 2023

The Lilac Parade in anticlimatic

First hot night of the year has it’s traditions. One of them, I call The Lilac Parade. It’s an exercise I undergo at last once a year, on the first hot night of spring, when the lilacs are every...


May 03, 2023

Ave Maria in anticlimatic

I haven’t taken a day off in a month, or a vacation at all in many many years, and there’s no signs yet of slowing. I swore I’d never be one of those workaholic idiots, but here I am. Not because...


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