Hey everyone, I know it’s been a little while since I’ve posted here. So here’s a small essay on Liminal Spaces. You are alone in a place you once knew… or maybe you didn’t? Maybe you’ve never actually been here before. It’s warm like a long summer night and the colors are all washed out, cold and gray. The hues of each one are just the tiniest bit off. Others would feel a sense of dread and yet you feel calm and at peace, oddly comforted. You feel like you’re home again.
Thanks for another poignant essay. I like the idea of a metaphysical time travel story, one that delves more into the psychology of memory than the genre of science fiction (not that those aren’t enjoyable, too). 😁
Thank you, Devin! I agree, I love the idea of psychologically traveling through time as opposed to the more literal sense we’ve all come to associate with the idea.
Thanks for another poignant essay. I like the idea of a metaphysical time travel story, one that delves more into the psychology of memory than the genre of science fiction (not that those aren’t enjoyable, too). 😁
Thank you, Devin! I agree, I love the idea of psychologically traveling through time as opposed to the more literal sense we’ve all come to associate with the idea.