The intake ward is especially liminal and eerie. I wish I had gotten a picture but I didn’t have my phone.

Why do people act like liminal spaces have to be literally on the threshold? Most liminal spaces that people say are thresholds are huge stretches. Whenever I see someone talk about liminal spaces, they bring up the whole root word, and rant about how every liminal space is a threshold. Why not just accept that liminal spaces aren't literally the definition of the word anymore? Meanings change all the time. For example, hamburger came from Hamburg, but now the word is just burger, usually. You don't see people saying that it's not a hamburger if it's not made in Hamburg. Also, everyone dies. Does that mean every single place is a liminal space? No!

This image is a liminal space, but it's not a hallway! It's not on the threshold. It's just an old living room. But it is a liminal space.

Sorry for the rant I'm just tired of every single time I see something cool in this sub, there's insufferable people in the comments talking about how "actually it's not a hallway so this isn't liminal you should never post again actually"

These are pictures my friend took of my house today, he did an amazing job so I wanted to share them!

I saw this trailer and was immediately drawn in. I get so much of that liminal vibe from this. I hope I get to be the first to show this to you.

I tried posting here a little while ago but I didn't have enough karma at the time so I'm back, hope you guys enjoy!

From liminal to uncomfortable. (last ones edited)

I was feeling inspired after watching the Backrooms. I couldn’t stop thinking about places that used to scare me. how those spaces would all be somewhere in the complex. Warped and twisted. Almost 20 years ago now, my parents would drop me and my sister off at my grandmas apartment building. And we’d all go down to the pool for a swim. The change room would always terrify me. The impossibly dark void of a door always felt like it was hiding something, watching me from just out of sight. I scramble to get changed, and rush out to the empty lonely pool. And I could never describe the feeling. I felt like these photos captured these feelings and memories very well. Hope you enjoy them.

Perfect balance of alive and dead for a mall. Most suites are abandoned, but there is just enough business going on to keep the place alive, without justifying renovations so we just have these old rotting overly idealistic memories left behind.

These are some images from a hotel I’m currently check in to for Oshkosh this year. Photos were taken from the basement.