LIMINAL?

June 12, 2025

Spaces in between. Hallways without destinations, staircases without steps, shopping malls at three in the morning. Lobbies with curtains too long and a TV in the wrong place. Lawns inside rooms. Empty waiting rooms without a clock. Or small rooms with an oversized clock. Children’s rooms without children. Closets with shirts no one wears anymore. Familiar, yet strange. Like you’ve been here before, but not you — someone else, in a stranger’s memory.

Stairs that lead to a closed ceiling. Slides… toys… balls… frozen in time. Transitions from one world to another. From night to day. Gentle nightmares. Nostalgia for something that maybe happened, or maybe didn’t.

Liminal spaces don’t know time. They are always now and never. Like a frame that never ends. Like a sentence without a period. The creak of a door that won’t open. Tightly squeezed chairs waiting for a conversation that won’t happen. The whispery moment when you wake up but don’t yet know who you are. When you are you, but you’re not.

What else is liminal? Dreams are liminal. We all dream liminally. Liminal is within us. We are liminal.

So much for liminal.