Abandoned/ empty churches
They do something to me man.
When I was young, I had the good fortune to have access to 2 churches during the weekday. In each, I found ways to sneak in. In each, there were no security cameras, no lights, not a soul, just long, daunting stretches of cool emptiness and rooms and hallways still faintly echoing with the imprint of the faithful.
Is it an empath thing? I call it imprints, and I feel them so strongly, and churches are the best- no matter the denomination, the time, the place, it's all the same indelible imprint, and at night they all become pockets of liminal space, a library of the emotion, the specific yearning for God, that feels so incredible, and if you can manage to sneak in, it's all yours.
I'm not particularly religious. I considerate myself a Gnostic. A profane thing in a sacred space- we were called heretics, you know? A spider in the Bridal Chamber lol
For myself, I don't believe God, Source, Whatever, makes things or places sacred. We do that. We create that magic, that vortex (because we are God after all- a bit anyway) and it's so cool to stand in that. An athiest might feel nothing. But I'm an athiest towards Christianity and I still really dig it at least.
