I am obsessed with liminal space, the gap between boundaries, the spaces that signify the transformation from one state to another, from location to destination, from this to that.
In my mind the liminal space has always been the merest slice of existence, as thin as the boundaries that define it, the punctuation between sentences. It is momentary, fleeting, dislocating only with its sudden awareness.
And yet sometimes, sometimes I wonder. I wonder if the space between is wider and larger and more complete than the instances of my life. I wonder if I am more in-between than in.