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What is a liminal space?

When speaking about liminal space, as a photography medium more than anything, I think the first thing you’ll find is a sort of blank slate feeling. A feeling of like, spaces that are just specific enough to really point in the direction of like, “Oh, I have something to latch onto here.” But also very, very ambiguous, where there’s no actual human presence to be found that you’re going to sort of, you know, feel…I guess alienated by.

– Kane Parsons, How 14 Year-Old Kane Parsons’ Blender Hobby Turned into a Hollywood Movie

Flannery O’Connor, a renowned Catholic author, once described her short stories as “slow-acting medicine”. That is, she wanted the immediate impact of her story not to be so obvious; for it to linger in your system for a long time, changing your body and mind in ways scarcely known to you. When I saw her writing about this, I seemed to see these slow-acting medicines everywhere I looked – stories that are deceptively simple or sometimes impassive and obscure, but all the same have an incredibly long half-life, the change it provokes in you only noticeable long after the initial point of contact.

– Imya

you all have a little bit of ‘I want to save the world’ in you, that’s why you’re here, in college. I want you to know that it’s okay if you only save one person, and it’s okay if that person is you

— tiavision@tumblr’s anthro professor

a person’s own room is a world in itself. thoughts, ideas, concepts, reflections, and suchlike all take shape in such peculiar, morbid, unique ways. sometimes they fester, other times blossom, or are covered like wood; shaped like wet dark clay in your hands as you struggle to form what you couldn’t—can’t—put in words. everything is simultaneously so sentimental, so mundane, so gratifying, so crude. you reminisce on the memories you’ve created here, the decorations that are positioned in that spot of the room or taped on that angle on the wall placed up to express the small cornerstones of the persona you’ve built up to in your lifetime. maybe there’s a miniscule crack in the wall; a lean in the tie-backs that hold up the curtains and that’s ok. it’s all you in the end, anyway.

— thoughts from inside my room, m.s.

Fairy tales are more than moral lessons and time capsules for cultural commentary; they are natural law. The child raised on folklore will quickly learn the rules of crossroads and lakes, mirrors and mushroom rings. They’ll never eat or drink of a strange harvest or insult an old woman or fritter away their name as though there’s no power in it. They’ll never underestimate the youngest son or touch anyone’s hairpin or rosebush or bed without asking, and their steps through the woods will be light and unpresumptuous. Little ones who seek out fairy tales are taught to be shrewd and courteous citizens of the seen world, just in case the unseen one ever bleeds over.

— S.T. Gibson

You cannot teach a man anything, you can only help him to find it within himself.

— Galileo Galilei