The Pleasant Head Trip of Liminal Spaces
Save this story for later. There was nothing immediately noteworthy about the image of a deserted road and three brick arches. I encountered it a few months ago, during a late-evening doomscroll, and stopped because I felt certain that I had seen it before. The street scene was washed in a woozy blue light; a curved expanse of brick that might have been a bridge obscured what might have been a swath of sky. I couldn’t tell whether my déjà vu was induced by the trace of a real memory or the non-specificity of the subject (infrastructure, weirdly lit). I decided that the most notable thin...
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