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these βaltered realitiesβ are often referred to as βliminal spacesβ
these βaltered realitiesβ are often referred to as βliminal spacesβ
πππππππ π€π‘ππππ€- transitional or transformative spaces. when in a liminal space, some may feel uneasy while others may feel comforted. you may not be able to pinpoint why things feel βoffβ
often, a liminal space exists as a threshold. they are spaces designed to act as a transition between other placesβtheyβre meant to be forgotten. when you pay attention to them or spend an extended amount of time in them, it may feel strange.
other times, liminal spaces simply lack their usual context. your brain associates certain spaces with certain circumstances, so if you find yourself in these spaces at a specific time of the day or year, it may feel strange.
ππ ππππ: your school during a weekend or break. the usually bustling hallways are quiet, and your footsteps on the polished floors seem deafeningly loud.
π¨ππ₯ππ£ππππ π π€π¦πππ£: the bathroom at a public pool. the air is hot & wet and smells heavily of chlorine. pop music plays quietly through the speakers.
πππ π£π πͺπ π¦: the airport very late at night or very early in the morning. itβs nearly empty, and you feel a strange connection to the few strangers around you.
πππππ₯π€ π¦π‘: underwater in the deep end of the pool at night. the artificial yellow of the pool lights reflecting off the water turns everything aqua, and all the noises of the outside world are muted and distorted.
ππππ£π£πͺ: when you wake up before anyone else at your friendβs house. youβre hyperaware of your surroundings and the only sounds are quiet breathing and the creaks of the house settling.
πππππππ: the beach late at night. the ocean somehow seems larger and more unruly in the dark, an inky black mass of waves. the moonlight illuminates each peak, painting them silver.
π₯π ππ π€π ππ ππππͺ: an empty gallery in an otherwise busy museum. itβs just you and the paintings, and it almost feels like youβre intruding on a moment you werenβt meant to see.
π€ππ: an empty hotel hallway. the smell is strange and unfamiliar, and the seemingly endless stretch of the corridor makes you want to run down it as fast as you can. you wonder whatβs happening behind each door.
π€π¦ππππ π¨ππ£, π§π π. π: the lighting section in a hardware store. the overabundance of light is redundant and beautiful.
ππππͺπ π ππ π π: a rest stop on the side of the highway. you donβt even know what city youβre in, but it somehow feels familiar.
π₯π£πππ₯ π‘ππ π‘ππ π¨ππ₯π πππππππ€π€: inside the tunnel slide at the playground. you can smell the plastic and every time you shift you get shocked by the static. everything is brightly colored.
ππππ ππππ: inside your bedroom during the first storm of the summer. the drumming of the rain against the roof and windows creates a constant hum of white noise. flashes of lightning illuminate the room in bright white light.
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