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Fool and contradiction.
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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...
The 90s Were Peak Civilization in anticlimatic
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 ...
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...
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...
Bumblefucking Around in anticlimatic
Ever have a day where you can’t seem to make a single wise decision? Granted, I’ve been working with a fever- alone, of course- for the last couple days, and a minor lack of sleep from other col...
Ping Says Goodbye in anticlimatic
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/qGeIH8VcbrY It took me a long time to figure out why this scene would randomly pop into my head and make me feel emotional. The other day it dawned on me- this is a...
Ruminating and Speculating in anticlimatic
These are the toughest weeks of winter, these first of spring. My life feels like a washed out grey canvas where once, maybe, there was a painting. I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a conve...
A Winter Of Springs in anticlimatic
I find it easy to love people and easy to be loyal. Not to anyone, of course, but once my mind makes a decision that someone merits dedication the rest of the unconscious levers follow suit witho...
I've got some real estate here in my mind in anticlimatic
I used to listen to this song in my room at night when I was 15 years old, and dream about all the potential lives I could lead. The world was splendid then, everything looked up. I thought abou...
February Sun in anticlimatic
What a beautiful Valentines Day. The glorious sun returns. I’m getting used to these warmer winters…though they are causing me to enjoy work maybe a bit too much for one’s own good. I have never ...
Sunday Morning Coming Down in anticlimatic
I never write in the mornings, though it should be when I do. Instead I usually write after I should have been sleeping for an hour or two, when my brain is as mushy and disassociate as it can be...
The Place That Cannot Be in anticlimatic
I’ve been thinking about my first adult job lately. The one I that I acquired in high school, that paid for my first apartment afterwards as well as two full years of moonlighting college courses...
Winter Deepens in anticlimatic
What’s important? Where do we go from here? I always had this sense since I was young that the more I thought about things and learned about things the more…horrifying and terriffic the aggregat...
Straight Chillin in anticlimatic
Winter, I must say, has been doing me right this year. Mild temperatures, but plenty of that clean freeze blanket covering the bulk of the month. Just the right amount of festive blizzards scatte...
Gently Down The Stream in anticlimatic
You ever get smacked in the brain with the sudden clarity of a memory not recalled in years? It happened to me sharply the other day (and also to lesser degrees on the regular), of a particular C...
The Cold Of The Capricorn in anticlimatic
These two weeks between new years and my birthday are hard on me. I think I take it out on people around, so I steer clear of folks I know. Makes it harder. It’s tough because the holidays are a ...
The 1878 Christmas Of 2022 in anticlimatic
I believe that happiness is mostly synthetic, self-generated based on at least partially conscious decisions, but random chance of course plays an unavoidable role- and I’d like to acknowledge ho...
Stupid People in anticlimatic
Some old writer philosopher in the 70s, likely jokingly, penned an article to a concept he had cooked up. According to his understanding of the world, there were a number of immutable rules regar...
