#public transport as a liminal space

[lucyslenses]

Red Line - Blue Line Transfer Corridor.

Shot with Nikon D100.

[mitchelladaa]

後でもう一度お試しください

[keiteay]

幽霊電車 👻

[satellite-blossom]

As a French guy currently on vacations in Quebec : I get why North American are so big on these "liminal spaces" pictures : everything is so large here that when there's little to no-one in those environments you just feel minuscule, fragile, vulnerable and terribly lonely.

When there's at least three lanes on each road and the parking lots are bigger than ten Parisian apartments and there's barely anyone out there at the moment, you just feel like the smallest creature ever, lost in an endless void.

That much to say I went to a Micheal's in such a zone and I felt so unsettled. It didn't feel real, it felt like a weird dream. Kinda like an empty videogame level.

[fuckyeahnewmexico]

Rail runner at night, Santa Fe NM (Arthur Ryan, 2023)

[fl4mb0y4nt]

19.08.2003 23:53 | Do not board

(taken yesterday, 05.04.2023)

[unrealityliminal]

[emacrow]

When 20 year old Danny moved into gotham for Space Engineer University, his apartment that was set up thanks to Sam had exploded due to a super villain. (joker)

Leaving Danny's only available apartment that was stuck to a seedy part of Gotham. Nobody didn't told him that most of Gotham's waters that wasn't from the rich area was very very pollution with nasty rancid junk ectoplasm.

Ellie and Dan were with him due to a core accident with a forgotten fenton trap that hadn't been torn down yet, but they were now 4 and 6 years old physically and mentally until The medicine Frostbite specifically made for them to take every once a month, help their core regained the loss energy to reform back to their natural state later.

Luckily he had the fenton ectoplasm water pipes filter to throughly clean out the nasty junk to turn back into normal pure ectoplasm mixed water which was a bit light greenish blue to the normal person's eyes but glowing green to liminals, ghosts and halfas. Though he had to sneakily goes transport down in the sewer to fixes those rusty ol pipes, made a undead zombie friend whom seem to be trapped in a terrible limbo of saying a repeated phase.

Then danny felt a bit terrible that some of the neighborhoods also had the same problems with the pipes. Whom is the mayor to not investigate this much rusty pipes that had a a few thousands spirits and feral blob ghosts of the deceased not properly buried!?!

Seeing sick looking children outside with a bad case of slow bad ectoplasm poisoning jerk at his slow beating heart. He knew that if it goes on, there is going to be enough corrupted ectoplasm to cause a lminals to go completely crazy with enough mixed dark ghostly intentions and territorial issues from the restless spirits (a certain leader of assassin sneezed)

The protection mixed space core in him was nearly feral at this point of all the harm that had been done to the people of gotham before Danny gave in, called in his parents to sent him a couple hundred of fenton ectoplasm water pipe filters and grab emergency fenton shovel smacker to start building proper graves for the restless spirits..

By next three month, just looking at his window to see the street kids playing outside actually acting like children, looking more healthy and lively, the anemic lady next door who just had a baby seem more calm and friendly instead of paranoid and scared when he first met her with a package of freshly baked fenton Brownies.

He had almost replaced 3/5 of gothams rusty ol waters pipes, had made nearly 10 thousands Graves more then what he had expected after diving deep in the Gotham's oceans, lakes, ponds, and abandoned public pools.

So far that Gotham has gotten a positive effect when the first morning of August came in, as that the Gotham's news went viral as the black smog clouds that mostly covered Gotham's skies had parted to reveal a beautiful sky along side with incredible decreased in Crimes in certain parts of gothams.

Only for Danny to arrived into his Apartment to see Gotham's City Spirit, who was absolutely jaw dropping gorgeous sitting on his Couch with Dan and ellie chatting her ears off.

Meanwhile a certain bat fam are becoming more and more anxious as the decreased in crimes at night became to the point that tim is becoming more paranoid then gollum from the rings, damian is becoming nearly feral with the lack of criminals to beat upon, dick is actually enjoying the break, dick had been commenting on the lovely colors that gotham had been getting lately, and Jason haven't contact them in weeks ago until last Friday coming by for Dinner feeling and seemingly like the ol Robin he once was before that Bruce had actually ugly cried clinging to him when Jason hugged him.

[subspaceskater]

can i ask cora on a date to a space museum, then a concert, then a walk through the park at like 3am followed by a liminal space of public transport back home that doesn't feel real

i sent her both of these asks and she said "holy shit people are obsessed with me. that's awesome. people should be weirder about me. i want people to squirm when they think i'm hot. it pleases me. to watch them squirm. " so go be weird at @necromancelena i guess

[allthelittlecreepycrawlies]

Liminal Friends

A housewarming gift fic for @micchikureshima!

Notes: Modern AU, Based on The Backrooms and Liminal Land, Friendshaped Horror, Lots and Lots of Eyeballs, Monster Nies, Cake As A Friendship Language, Implied Conspiracies, Open-Ended

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Neither he, nor his mother had been particularly enthusiastic about the advertisement that had arrived in their mail. 

A residential community that existed between space-time? 

If it wasn't some kind of overblown scam, then it had to be dangerous, no matter how much corporate language about rigorous testing and redundant safety measures there was in the text. 

But the letter that had arrived with the pamphlet had made it clear they didn't have much choice in the matter. 

His father was the head of the company that was running this bizarre project, and if they wanted to continue receiving child support, they would participate as experimental residents. As hard as they'd tried to scrimp and save in the hopes of his eventually going to college, they needed that two more years of funding, and they particularly didn’t need to use up what they did have trying to fight his father’s high-priced lawyers for it.

So, they packed what they had and answered the summons. 

—

For all their misgivings, the living space wasn't... bad. 

A little creepy, perhaps, with its artificial sunlight, seemingly-endless winding hallways and tunnels, and complete lack of windows except to look in other rooms, but not bad. It had come fully-furnished, and the furniture was bland, but comfortable. Trams that delivered purchases or transported residents ran the hallways regularly, and the in-sector stores had decent selections of surprisingly high-quality goods. Their neighbors were pleasant enough, and there were community events and scattered public places to encourage the residents of their sector to live in harmony. 

He even had his own cell phone for the first time in his life, a little flip-open palm device that accessed the intranet that had been put in place to further connect the residents. 

He could possibly get used to their new home… 

If it weren't for the fact that he constantly felt like he was being watched. 

His first thought was hidden cameras. Since they were effectively being used as lab rats, it only made sense that there would be security and scientists keeping an eye on their "progress" for the suits backing the project. But he'd never been able to find any of those, and on top of that, there were places he... 

Huh.

When had that weird black splotch appeared in the upper corner of their dining room? 

It didn't look like mold, he'd seen enough of that in their old apartment despite their best efforts to keep the place spotless. 

It just looked... well... weird. 

Turning on his phone's flashlight, he shined it up into the corner to see if he could get a better read on what it might be- 

-then dropped his phone with a panicked scream when an eye emerged from the blackness and blinked at him. 

By the time he'd grabbed his phone again to take a picture, the eye was gone, like it had never been there.

All the same, he tried searching on the community network for anything about black spots on ceilings- 

-and when he looked up from the screen, the entire splotch had vanished.

Maybe being trapped with only artificial light for weeks was taking a toll on his brain, he thought as he tried to calm his hammering heart.  Oh... if he had been hallucinating the whole thing to begin with... 

He took a deep breath, then let it out as he closed his phone and put it in his pocket. 

Yeah, he was not telling his mother about this. She was already concerned enough about the fact that he'd been having trouble making friends with other residents his age, the last thing she needed was the possibility he was losing his mind too. 

Turning around, he grabbed his plate off the table- 

-and was fairly sure his heart stopped for a moment when he found black spot was now in the corner he was facing.

The eye was staring at him again. 

A terrified little wheeze escaped his mouth, but before he could kick his flight instinct into gear and run, a second eye appeared. 

Then a third. 

All three blinked at him, then turned their collective gaze to the plate in his hand. What th-

Did they -it- -whatever- think he had a weapon? If he threw it, would that be enough of a distraction for him to escape? 

One way to find out. 

He pitched the plate at the eyes with all his strength, then turned and bolted for the door out to the main residential hallway. 

He never heard the plate shatter behind him. 

—

Spending the rest of the afternoon in the artificially-cultivated green space that constituted one of the "parks" in this place helped pull his nerves back together... at least until he realized it was almost time for his mother to come home from her 'job' at the sector's central grocery store. 

He was going to have to go back into their apartment. 

So was she. 

If he hadn’t been hallucinating, then was that… whatever it was still- 

A tiny eye suddenly appeared in the shadowy cracks of the tree he'd been leaning on, and he jumped back with a yelp, nearly falling flat on his back before he found he'd been caught by someone. 

No. 

Something. 

A skinny black tendril had dropped out of the tree branches and was holding him up by the front of his shirt with ease, and a second one had come up from among the roots to support his back from below. 

If he screamed, would they stab him? Tear him apart? He very much didn't want to find out, so he bit his tongue hard to keep from making even the smallest sound. 

With almost practiced smoothness, the two shadow 'arms' slightly lifted him up a little more, then changed angle to set him on his feet. It took a lot of willpower to stay on his feet, his legs threatening to buckle beneath him. 

"Thank you?" he finally managed to squeak. 

In response, there was a horrible crackling noise like the hissing of old television static from within the tree, then two- 

-no four- 

-no- 

-several eyes appeared in the shadowy cracks. 

...If he didn't know better, he would say they almost looked... hopeful? 

"Uh... I'm- I'm gonna go now, okay?" 

More hissing. 

"Or maybe not," he quickly amended. 

The eyes all vanished and the tendrils retreated back into the tree, only for the cracks in the bark to suddenly coalesce into what could only be called a shadow blob that oozed out of the tree and onto the grass before reforming into a very vague approximation of a human. It only held that form for a brief moment before switching to something that looked much more solid and cat...ish. 

And then its head was once more covered in eyes, all watching him with that same bizarre almost-hope. 

"What... is there something you want?" 

Another cloud of hissing static. 

It didn't sound angry or threatening, though. It sounded… frustrated. 

Like whatever this was, it was upset he couldn't understand it. 

Slowly, terror started to give way to (extremely) wary curiosity. Whatever this thing was, wherever it had come from, it wanted to communicate, not kill him. 

At least for now, anyway. 

And at least until a jogger rounded the corner into the park. Startled by the presence of a human moving at a fast clip, the thing lost all stability of shape and vanished back into the tree. And when the man was gone and he went to check the tree, it appeared to have fled entirely. 

He wasn't sure whether he was relieved or disappointed.

—

It had been three weeks since he'd first spotted the... creature, and it showed no signs of leaving. 

Oh sure, it vanished whenever other residents got too close to noticing it, but it did always come back within a few hours. At most it would be gone for a couple of days before he’d find one or many eyes peering at him from some corner or crack. 

Despite his better judgment, he was actually starting to enjoy the company. He'd never had a pet before because they couldn’t afford the upkeep, and pets weren't allowed in the community now because of assorted regulations. 

Though... he didn’t think “pet” was quite the right term. Even though it had yet to be able to form words, and couldn't hold a single complete shape for more than a few minutes at a time, it was clear in how quickly it was learning to modify its forms that it was more clever than any animal he'd ever come across.

He had so many questions, and it seemed that the creature could at least partially understand them, but he had no way to understand the static noises in return.

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He looked up from his homework to find a little shadow blob dangling from the ceiling over his head, one eye fixed on the screen he'd been typing his homework on. 

It was boring nonsense, to be honest, just a bunch of read-along questions about the construction history of the community. 

"Think you could help me get this done faster?" he asked, mostly joking. 

The raindrop-shape grew like a balloon being inflated, and more eyes appeared in it. 

The eyes were one thing he'd noticed seemed to have an actual pattern in their appearance. More eyes meant the creature was pleased, or curious, or wanted something; positive emotions in general, really. On the opposite end, whenever it was startled or upset, it went solid black. 

Strange. 

Fascinating. 

He watched as the blob of eyes stretched down to detach itself from the ceiling and rest on his shoulder, still staring at the screen, then a finger-thin tendril reached out to poke it.

The jolt of static that zapped the creature was big and bright enough that it made him wince in pain, and the creature tumbled from his shoulder with a screech (also of pain?) to splat on the floor.

It slithered under his desk before he could ask if it was okay, and he got the distinct impression it had been embarrassed by the fall. 

"Hey," he said, leaning out of his chair to peer into the darkness. "Are you okay?" 

Silence was his only answer for long enough he started to worry it had disappeared entirely, then there was a tiny, almost sulky-sounding crackle of static. He bit his tongue to keep from laughing, then offered a hand. 

"You and electronics aren't friends, are you?" he asked, remembering how the creature had been wary of going near any of their kitchen appliances. 

That sort of made sense, if it had been here before the community had been built, which he was suspecting it had.

But maybe... "Would something smaller still hurt you?" 

Another hiss. 

He had to restrain himself from shuddering when the creature began to wrap itself up his arm. It was always chilly to the touch, and somehow managed to feel like an oil slick and soft fur and smoke wisps all at the same time, and he was relieved once it reached his clothed shoulder and was no longer directly in skin contact. 

One eye opened. 

He let out his breath. 

"Let's try something that doesn't have as much juice in it. Don’t break it though, got it? I don’t know if the scientists will let me have another one," he said as he pulled his phone out of his schoolbag. 

Four more eyes opened, wide and innocent as if to say "Who, me?" 

He snorted, then flipped it open and powered it on, pulling up the same assignment he'd been working on. "See how this works?" he said, typing out exactly the same thing he'd spoken. "I am saying words, and also writing them. What you see and what you hear are the same thing." 

The creature watched him with rapt attention, some eyes fixed on the screen, others on his fingers, and the last set on his mouth. Then, much more cautiously than before, another little tendril poked out to touch the screen. There was no jolt this time, and he watched as the tendril wrapped around and around his phone, until it had completely covered the screen. 

Then it drew back, and he barked an involuntary laugh at the words 'want. cake.' blinking at him from the text box. 

"Okay, okay. let's go see if there's any left from the one A-niang brought home the other day."

—

His bizarre new friend, he had discovered, did not know what ‘cake’ actually was. 

Or understand food in general.

All the creature knew was ‘cake’ was a word on a box that contained something humans ‘absorbed’ to make them happy.

The creature could also absorb things and doing so seemed to make it happy as well, if just in the manner that it was enjoying copying things he did. 

It had been both cute and disturbing all at once watching the creature unhinge the jaw of the face it had shaped for itself to shove the entire piece in at once.

When it made little grabby motions with its goopy-looking attempt at hands, he couldn’t help grinning as he offered it another.

—

Though he was beginning to get used to having the creature -’Sang,’ he had started calling it, because it seemed to particularly like the sound of the word for some reason- around, the prickly little sense of dread that had been in the back of his brain three months earlier had come back.

Over dinner that night, his mother had told him about one of their neighbors being scared while taking out his trash by what he’d thought was some kind of dog, all black with sharp teeth. Except obviously that couldn’t have been the case, since the administration had forbidden animals in the complex.

She had waved it off as possibly being a trick of the mind or light, given their living conditions, but he was more uneasy.

It couldn’t possibly have been a mere coincidence that the ‘dog’ had basically been a big black shadow.

And yet he had a very hard time imagining Sang threatening to bite anyone. It only ever took a shape that even had a mouth at all when he offered it things to try.

Which meant this ‘dog’ had to be a second creature.

He didn’t know why he hadn’t considered that possibility before. After all, the complex was huge, and the space it occupied was even bigger; it hardly made sense for Sang to be the only one of its kind lurking about. 

And yet if there were more of them out there… why hadn’t anyone…?

After his mother had gone to bed, he slipped into the room where their family computer was kept and pulled up the community message boards to look at the sub-forum for incident reports that had been posted by the residents.

After clicking through several pages of minor neighbor disputes or requests for things like plumbing repairs, he’d found nothing remotely resembling what he’d seen of Sang, or even unexpected animal sightings.

He frowned and rested his head on his chin, absently tapping at his cheek. 

Maybe the creatures just hadn’t made themselves known until now? His encounters with Sang gave the impression that it had waited until curiosity had gotten the better of it; the others might have been the same with their frustration.

Or maybe…

He opened the comment box.

‘Hey, just wondering, has anyone else seen what looks like black mold growing in their apartments recently? Who in maintenance should we be reporting that to?’

There, that seemed innocent enough. 

He hit ‘post’.

Immediately, the comment box vanished, but instead of reloading the forum with his new post added, a message flashed up.

‘Hello, resident! Thank you for reporting your community concern! Due to the sensitive nature of this report, our administration will be handling the matter privately-’

Oh. 

Oh no.

“Sang?” he called out, trying to keep quiet enough not to wake his mother but hoping the creature would hear.

~̸̻͇̝͐͆̕#̸̢͎͙͆͌̿s̴͖͎͍͋͋͆s̵͇̝̼̒̐͘s̸͍̞̒͝s̸͇̞͐̓́ș̸̢̙̀͝͠ś̴͓̙͉̾͑?̵͚͖͆͑͐#̸̢̫͙̈́͆͠~̵͕̙͉́̀̈́

The response from above was almost immediate, making him jump in surprise before recovering and looking up to find eyes peering down at him from the ceiling. 

“Come down and look at this,” he said, pointing to the screen. “I think… I think the people in charge here already know about you.”

[moonstones-and-stardust]

Still ranty? Food deserts! School lunch!

Did you want a rant or an essay, because holy shit.

LET THE KIDS EAT. AND WHILE YOU'RE AT IT MAKE IT FREE. I won't apologize for this one. To anyone who thinks that children should 'work' for their meals. Fuck off. Kids have to go to school all day. They deserve to be able to eat something. They should be able to have good, healthy, and tasty food. At this point in our modernization it shouldn't be that god damn hard. GROCERY STORES THROW OUT FOOD AT THE END OF THE DAY.

But no, there are people out there who will look at a child and go. "oh... no... work for your food. Go into debt at the age of 7 to have a meal." They don't care if they can understand or not. If half of our god damn bloated budget didn't go to pew pew war machine (american focused). Then we'd be able to have I DON'T KNOW, FREE FOOD FOR KIDS, INFRASTRUCTURE, HMM, I DON'T KNOW RELIABLE PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION? But no. No. We have crumbly, shitty roads and dams that might collapse.

And you know what, same goes for adults. Adults should easily be able to access affordable and healthy food. But there are massive areas in the US where it's just... not there. You want a vegetable? No. And hell, even if it's those liminal space hell dollar generals that are popping up in every small town that has to exist. (Things aren't really a dollar!) why is it so hard to have frozen fruits, vegetables, or meat?!

THINGS STILL TASTE FINE IF THEY'RE FROZEN. Give them to people and get them what they need. And oh, guess what. THEY'LL BE ABLE TO DO SOMETHING WITH IT.

But in reality it would be a pretty damn good idea to have small grocery stores in every town if not every couple. Might not have the biggest selection. That's fucking fine. But no, no, they wouldn't PROFIT. Because of course that's all people see. Profit.

[abubblingcandle]

1) favorite place to write

2) favorite pair of shoes

3) favorite go-to snack

We all know my preference for train travel writing time. Public transport is such a liminal space that is perfect for writing. But in terms of a place to write this is so specific but there's a little corner table upstairs at my local Cafe Nero. Go on a Sunday morning, coffee, panini, coke zero, three hours ... that is my writing place and time

I have actually just binned my favourite shoes 😭 but for Christmas my godparents are getting me an identical pair. Bright sunflower yellow low converse. My old pair were so old they were molded to my feet and I miss them but they had so many holes in. Looking forward to the new ones

Oo this is hard. But I do love a KitKat Chunky. The right combo of chocolate and crispy

[daenystheedreamer]

i love public transport its so fun to romanticise. you can fall in love on them its so transient and liminal the space only exists while youre on the bus. other places you can go back to but buses only exist for the trip. and you can watch people and make things up about them and smile at them and say hello and they say hello back. and little babies stare at you. that's the most important thing

[seconddoubt]

If you haven't already gotten too many for the playlist thing: my playlist idea is 'Eating Strawberries and Cream on a Subway Train at 2am'. I hope this is specific enough 💚💕

could there be a more liminal space than public transport in the wee hours? reality is fuzzy, everything exists at once: you are every age, every emotion, loved by all the world and the loneliest you've ever been. i've favoured songs that are soft and repetitive, with the idea of bringing one into a sort of meditative state that has it's climax with God is Alive Magic is Afoot and then the three remaining songs should ease one back to the world by grounding and reassuring, like the sweet nostalgia of the strawberries and cream.

hope you'll enjoy! <3

[k00285350]

My 'Temporary' Statement

Having always had an interest in public transport and travel, my research of the brief was based upon the idea of temporary people in permanent spaces, i.e. strangers at train stations and bus stops. Further developing my idea I adopted the term liminal space, referring to the place a person is in during a transitional period.

I took a lot of photography for my project, taking photographs of bus stops and the train station at any chance I got. My plan for this was to collect a wealth of photographs taken at these places to best capture the essence of a liminal space and my commuting journey, where each day was different and couldn't be captured in a single photo session.

I began looking at people in a natural public setting just photographing them while they're unaware (James Nares 'The Street')

I temporarily looked at creating a narrative for each individual, where I would people-watch and build a story in my head of their character.

Instead of just focusing on the people I embraced the concept of liminal spaces, this progression can naturally be seen throughout my photography.

Taking elements I learnt from the workshops I attended, I started to bring layering into my work (Tang Kwok-Hin). Creating a photobook and videos in Photoshop.

Artist inspiration and research was a big thing for me throughout the project, and so I was inspired by David Hockney and Claire Harvey to create my own 'joiner' collage. Trying to mimic a scattered crowd walking to their train or bus.

Here is my final presentation.

[indrivingto]

Start with a concept or topic...Which should...

Be a topic that you will enjoy researching about it, choose something close to you and of your interests. 

My interests are concerned with people, as peculiar as we are, the way we are, the way we communicate, our behaviours, our mannerisms, interests, memories, what makes us unique, interesting, and most importantly our stories, what we have to share, our lessons, mistakes, achievements or otherwise, why we love to hate and love to love so passionaly and can hurt (ourselves and others) so deeply.

Interests in art and literature and what writers (and artists alike) have been, and continue to be, exploring.

Be: Place-based, a place of personal significance. For example, your neighborhood, home, local park, river, mountain, bush reserve, beach, etc

The only places of personal significance would be those in which have significantly contributed to my growth as a person and unique experiences/memories.

I can think of a few...However they are limited by the factor of "within reasonable access"...

A) Can't fly to Canada B) Mt Ruapehu: Summer at Tukino ski field (it's not summer and I don't have a four wheel drive) and winter Whakapapa ski field (too broke, but simply too far way). C) (many locations within) My home town...but it's two hours too far.

This leaves the closest personally significant place to me, to be Raglan, which is not entirely impossible but if I can find a place closer this would be more helpful to me.

So when coming up with my "topic"...

I fell into a 'mind-blank' pit of hopelessness.

I found it helpful to think of place as the personality of a space. Space being the physical location and place being that space's identity, both personally and culturally. Going back to thinking of this lead me to question if there are places that connect into liminal spaces.

If a lot of us are so occupied with living in the past or anxious about the future then we take for granted the present moment which, fleeting, moves past us so fast and is moving faster and faster as our perception of time changes.

Most of us (not me) get in a car every day and drive to work (or as work ), to get food, to school, to our weekends away and family holidays, events etc... and when we are in a car not a lot happens... or a lot can.

We are often traveling mindless within our own vehicles. our thoughts simultaneously on the task at hand and lingering on what we have left behind or in anticipation of what we are driving towards. This to me is a liminal state, an in between state, neither here nor there and in transit.

Strangely enough, to lean towards the idea of a 'car', or rather the inside of a personal vehicle, as my topic of "place" was rather surprising...

I don't like cars... or trucks or vehicles, and have no desire to own my own (unless its an absolute necessity) i've managed just fine with my bike and public transport thus far. and Honestly if someone were to say "I choose cars/or something car-related" my brain would jump to images of boy racers or "conventionally attractive" men in dark suits sitting on the bonnets of their metal-boxes and wheels worth way too much.

Yet for something that, at one point, revolutionised our society and is now destructive towards our environment, I am drawn towards it and what little 'beautiful horror' that is possibly overlooked/disregarded by it's connivence, appearance and/or 'thrill'. This and the things we might overlook and disregard.

Can something that is so in-our-faces and everywhere allow for a new angle of perception, perhaps one of memory?

(better question....will my amateur(work in progress) photography skills be able to capture this?) 👀 😂