#liminalphotography

The architect ran out of exterior wall budget, so they just pasted a picture of a nightmare forest. I was told the door on the right leads to the kitchen, but I'm pretty sure it just leads to more snow. At least the pink walls make the existential crisis slightly cozy.

Purple Night-Lex Miren

Every door here leads to the past. Just not your past.

Who is that person?Why are they the only one there?Are they watching me, or just existing in this moment?

Blue hour or simply waiting for the sun to remember where it belongs?

My boss said I could step out for 'some fresh air' on my lunch break. I don't think this is what he meant. (Also, the security deposit on the emergency exit portal is non-refundable.)

This brick wall, those steps, the stale air of a late night. You've been here before, or maybe you're about to arrive. That's the power of the liminal: a space that is intensely recognizable but entirely abandoned.