Anyway—
I did post this with GLE, so we'll see how it does.
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.
(Also lucky me that Level 0 was renamed Threshold before I posted this page :0 How serendipitous for me to be able to play with that name within my poem too.)
The meaning of words are in a constant state of transition. Languages continue to evolve.
You are so right. And part of me recognizes that.
However, another part of me is a petulant child and says " no >:("
You stole soo many good liminal space images to make up this level. Besides that it is good.
+1
Thanks! I'm stealing the last picture now! Also cool level- :3
smiles innocently
"All 'liminal' meant was a transitional space, or the space between boundaries. Nothing about it meant spooky or haunting."
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!
Your friend and colleague,
Goerman
http://backrooms-wiki.wikidot.com/goerman
this page feels like it's all presentation, with little meaning or expansion on the typical ideas of liminality — ironic, given the level's name, i just didnt feel this set of images and clichè text warrants a dedicated page, although it's clear based on ratingto that it worked for most