a visual depiction of the spaces in between rooms are like the gaps in between thoughts they are where we exist in a different form we are not quite ourselves but neither are we something else we are in between, a limbo of our own making sometimes we are lost in these spaces and other times we find ourselves it is where we go to be alone and yet it is also where we find company in the spaces in between rooms we are both everything and nothing and it is here that we can be truly free.
connecting experiences in one place
This is a surreal living situation. Staying in this guest bedroom, it feels like my one-room dorm has a back closet which is several times larger than my dorm itself. Hearing their everyday candor is an endless movie piped in through the walls--you can't not hear. morning routines, especially, it amazed me how little dialogue there is. This dirge. Moments not for the books, but for the ether, myself half asleep, wading in what would become the space between their memories.
a place that is both inside and outside
a simple dreamlike field with no trees or buildings is an expansive empty space that makes me feel free. there's nothing to obstruct my view or get in my way, and i can just imagine what it would be like to run and play. it's a place where my mind can wander and explore, and where i can feel at peace with the world. sometimes i just need
do you like how i walk? do you like how i talk?
at night when the stars light up my room, i sit by myself talking to the moon who sits alone talking to the moon?
a dystopian liminal space is a place where the line between reality and fiction is blurred. it is a place where people are living in a state of limbo, unsure of what is real and what is not. this liminal space is often inhabited by people who have lost touch with reality, or who are trying to escape from it.
an office room stands empty its rows of desks like gravestones in a field the computer screens are dark the chairs are cold and hard this is a place where dreams go to die there is no life here no laughter or love only the sound of silence and the memories of what could have been this is a place where hopes are crushed and ambitions are left to rot it's a soulless place where the only thing that thrives is the never - ending cycle of despair
teddy bear looking at his termination letter, screaming at it in silence,
From the coast of gold, across the seven seas I'm travellin' on, far and wide But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else
( ( ( ( abandoned ) ) ) ) room
meeting going inside a meeting room looking like a brain
the silence that comes from internal suffering
a film still from the look of silence ( 2 0 1 4 )
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme to remind myself of a time when I tried so hard
a film still from the silence ( 2 0 1 6 )
🌈 a strange and desolate place
( ( ( abandoned ) ) ) room
still from a sci fi blockbuster movie made in 2022, set in 1860, a boy and a girl are playing soccer with an humanoid alien,the boy and girl are wearing 1850s era clothes, in a park on a strange alien planet full of alien plants and flowers, good lighting, 8k, in focus faces, good photography
Wrapped in the silence of screaming despair, Inside myself, not understanding, foresee, That it won't come out far away, and by accident, They knocked on the questions in response, Which the world is shooting at you, artstation, concept art, sharp focus, illustration
i'm sitting here in a boring room it's just another rainy sunday afternoon i'm wasting my time i got nothing to do i'm hanging around i'm waiting for you but nothing ever happens and i wonder
you see me now, a veteran of a thousand psychic wars i've been living on the edge so long where the winds of limbo roar and i'm young enough to look at and far too old to see all the scars are on the inside
and it goes like,
