I almost stepped past this portal the other day but felt compelled to slow my roll and look again and take a picture. Art is a feat of attentiveness.
Remembering a tool at my disposal, I posted the image on a website called Instagram alongside these words: Why do I love this kind of situation so much? I ask the question sincerely. Help me out, people of the good lord’s internet.
The responses serve as a sweet reminder of the supremely interesting crew of people I know and have known and who are still willing to take my calls. Remember the question and regard the image and consider applying it to your own context. The question again: Why do I love this kind of situation so much? The responses…..
Just around the riverbend!
Endless mystery.
Direction and movement.
B/c you fear no man.
It’s as if you’re seeing a Philip Glass song.
It’s directing you to the center of it all.
One fad that keeps coming back on the internet is Emptiness—just look up “liminal space photography,” “the backrooms ARG,” or “urban exploration.” We love and fear empty malls, parking lots, and tiled hallways, because they can hold anything. Your caption could as easily have been “WHAT WAS THAT THING” or “It’s been four years,” and it would have been just as fitting as what you actually wrote, if less characteristic of your actual voice
The spirit of science fiction is in this place
Looks like a scene in The Matrix.
I think you're catching the vibe of Isabelle Adjani's unsurpassable subway freak out scene in 1981's POSSESSION.
Greg Greene
It is a puzzle with real world implications. If solved quickly and efficiently, more time can be had at the destination, a swift sense of accomplishment tickles the endorphin receptors, and satisfaction is as near a guarantee as adulthood allows.
There are lots more which can be found here.
Having prayed on it, I think they’re all correct. I like the colors and the choices and the shine and the thresholdness. I am drawn to in-between places. Bowling alleys and movie theaters. Basements. Caves. Secret goings-on. Shadowy dramas.
Van Morrison has a song called “Dweller on the Threshold” which comes to mind.
What do y’all think?
…Or like a Radiohead song
it cries out
waiting for its lease
to be finished.
it cries out
in anticipation
that the in-betweens
will one day be pulled
into reality
by a mighty hand
from which
no power of chaos
or force of phantoms
can loose.