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No. 1916

Anyone else get the goodfeels from rooms like these? Also please share some if you have any!


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I like this one. It reminds me of staying up all night, running with my friends through empty hotel corridors, chasing them down the halls of the convention center. Somehow, though the image is devoid of people, it feels lived-in. I feel like there's a group of excited teens waiting behind the photographer to rush down and exult in that late-late night rush you get.
I explored a '60s era hospital wing that was being torn down. Exact same vibe, with the afternoon light shining through the doors. What the photo doesn't capture is that sense of heat and silence, the silence that stifles all sound, that rushes to your head with the stink of hot gypsum ceilingboard and dryrotting carpet. If I stuck my head out of a window, I could hear the rattling of the AC units for the other wings. But there? My god, I was in a pocket of reality away from everyone.
I may have a comparable image to this one, taken in the same hospital. It's late today, but I may dig it out tomorrow.

Goodnight, dreamchan.


This was a nice read. Thank you.


Reminds me of that infinite, damp backroom creepypasta


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Here's the pic, it's not quite as creepy as some of the other ones.


Oh, and thanks. I'm not too great of a writer, but I do enjoy writing those little bitesized descriptions.


These images remind me of when I was a child. Buildings like these seemed much bigger and almost infinite to me then.


Not sure if this is what you mean, but I really enjoy being in employee-only rooms. Even if its something totally mundane like a broom cupboard, there's something about the…exclusivity (I guess?) that makes me feel good. It's also nice to see the cogs behind the machine, as it were; hotels are really good for this because the public facing business is so pristine, it makes for a great contrast.


thank you all for sharing your liminal spaces! i'm glad others find nostalgia in these places as much as i do.


very nice photo, but i don't find these other places creepy per say, i find them oddly comfy. is that weird?


it's hard to explain so here's a definition: "In anthropology, liminality (from the Latin word līmen, meaning "a threshold") is the quality of ambiguity or disorientation that occurs in the middle stage of a rite of passage, when participants no longer hold their pre-ritual status but have not yet begun the transition to the status they will hold when the rite is complete."



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i've been here in my dreams.


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8 p.m. on a Wednesday evening in July. The sun's heat has barely started to dissipate. There's a pattern of spanish through thick concrete walls outside. A dog barks, a car backfires. The houses are low against the darkness outside. Your mom comes out of the waiting room, takes your hand, and you walk together into the twilight. You're finally eight again.


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There was a building like that at my college, that came to have a lot of significance to me. They tore it down the semester I finally graduated, to make a 'greenway' so that residential students could walk around campus without having to see the city streets, but I was able to explore it a good bit and take photos in that period before demolition where everyone had taken what they needed from it and there was just the weird slanted-floored building, the sound of old machinery serving the abandoned rooms, and the remnants that wanted or was able to come for from seventy years of labor and the communities people built around the edges.


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Hello again liminal space friends! I hope you're all doing well. :)

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