The Liminal Spaces of My Mind
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Every night, right as I lay down and try to go to sleep, my mind takes a trip down memory lane. However, they aren't the memories that most people are accustomed to. In these memories, I don't revisit a particular moment that took place; rather, I just revisit places I have been to before. And, for whatever reason they always tend to be LIMINAL SPACES -- even the most populated places will be completely devoid of people.

I have been attempting to write down these spaces anytime they pop back into my head. There must be a good 20 places that I always revisit when I close my eyes. Here are the ones I have been able to keep track of...
#1: My Old Elementary School: a memory that should be filled with children instead appears to me desolate and empty. I walk the hall filled with humming fluorescent lights, but there is never anyone else. Even stranger: if I catch sight of a window or an open door, outside is always a stormy, grey twilight.
#2: My Childhood Church: I never actually step inside the building. Instead, I am outside on the street, as though I were waiting for the bus. Although it sits on the corner of a busy intersection, there are never any cars or pedestrians.
#3: Observatory Room in Luigi's Mansion: I have not played this game since I was 9, yet this one specific room in the game continues to HAUNT my memories! ðŧ

#4: Third Floor of My High School: the third floor is where my science and math classrooms were (sometimes there are other students in this recollection! ðĪŠ). And no, THIRD floor is NOT a mistake! My high school was huge because it needed to accommodate nearly 3,000 students!
#5: Parking Lot out West: my ex and I drove cross-country all the way to British Columbia. We stopped somewhere, in the middle of an empty parking lot, with the August afternoon sun heavily beating down on us. I remember taking a photo of a mural and talking about visiting a local library. My ex had just come back from a bar, where he played an old arcade game.
#6: Second Parking Lot: I often visit another parking lot that we stopped at out west. We were out front of a Tim Horton's, about to grab breakfast, when my ex and I got into a disagreement: I wanted to go home, and he didn't. I remember him talking on the phone with his parents, both of them agreeing that we should come back...
#7. The Walk to My OLD School: this was the very first school that I ever attended. My mom used to walk with me in the mornings, and I always recall the last few steps in the neighborhood before approaching my school.

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