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dispelzine · 4 months

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Walls / Russell Street, Detroit, Michigan.

#rephotography #architecture #americana #unplaces

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kvetch19 · 11 months

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#aesthetic #naturecore #unreality #unplaces

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motelpearl · 9 months

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#dead mall #dead malls #dereality #liminal #liminal spaces #unreality #mallcore #unplaces #empty places #2020s #kenopsia #emptycore #motelpearl

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sprai · 6 months

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#liminal core #unreality #liminal #liminal spaces #unplaces #dereality #emptycore #the backrooms

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prairiedeath · 1 year

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📸: @prairiedeath

#liminal spaces #liminal #suburban gothic #unplaces #unreal #mine #my pics #theaters #american gothic #emptiness #empty places

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businessmendrinkmyblood · 8 months

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Sasha Elage

#photography #sasha elage #pony #white pony #snow #fire #red #photograph #art #liminal photography #still #photos #places #unplaces

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mossavery · 1 year

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Liminal mowed grass

I sit on a raised entrance to the sewers, only steps away from the edge of the mowed grass.

The sun is setting behind me, bathing the small, unkempt patch of forest that grows along the road in a beautiful golden light.

Nobody sits here. Nobody spends time here. They park their cars in the lot behind me, go into the convenience store, buy something, walk back to their cars, get in, and leave on the road in front of me.

Who is this grass mowed for? I guess the maintenance workers who may need access to the manhole I sit on? How often are they here?

This space is living. The power lines buzz, birds fly overhead, bugs and other small creatures move through the mowed grass, larger creatures rustle leaves just beyond it. The wind blows, the sun shines. Other times, rain and snow dampen the ground. Does anyone care? Does anyone know they could care?

This place is a void in the memories of most passers by. It exists outside the bounds of their perception, or at least their memory. A space that, in some ways, barely exists.

But I still sit here. Listening, breathing, watching, perceiving, caring. This place exists in my mind. I guess, right now, the grass is mowed for me.