This might be a very bold statement, but to me this feels like it was meant to be level 0. It feels like a great introduction to the concept of liminal spaces as a basis for storytelling. Despite its brevity, I'm left intrigued with the possibilities of what simple truths there are in such a simple setting as this, or what sort of wider shared universe a dimension made of liminal spaces really entails, in a way few backrooms things in general have left me pondering since I got into the concept all those years ago. And despite these great wonders, it still stems from a page with almost no established lore of any sort, being a simple, short page about pathways and desires.
]]>Ahh, but you offer us such beautiful photographs of liminal spaces.
Spooky and haunting are genuine human fears and reactions to views of liminal spaces.
I love what you did with the place!
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I'm a person who gets bothered how words get used incorrectly. All "liminal" meant was a transitional space, or the space between boundaries. Nothing about it meant spooky or haunting.
Hallways are the epitome of that. They are the ultimate transitional space. You are in a transitional state until you cross into your destination. But when is that? When do you move from one point to another? There's nothing spooky about that, aside from the pretentious navel-gazing that comes from asking the question. But it's a question I wanted to explore through this poem and the many, many pictures of hallways out there.
Shoutout to all those photographers. Thanks for showing us the beauty in places we merely move through, especially in a world full of generative AI.
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