It's a liminal thing, humming, And I'm always interested in liminal things.
I opened the door and blinked out into the bright hall. I had the impression it wasn't night and it wasn't day, but some lurid third interval that had suddenly slipped between them and would never end.
Sleep is such a potent, liminal state, and I don't want to drag anything in there that doesn't need to be there.
Zombies sort of typify this ambiguity, that they're not dead and not alive.
Placed on this isthmus of a middle state.
Horror is often about how we live in the liminal, whether we want to or not.
Today's youth have been cast in a condition of liminal drift, with no way of knowing whether it is transitory or permanent.
Bankruptcy is a sacred state, a condition beyond conditions, as theologians might say, and attempts to investigate it are necessarily obscene, like spiritualism. One knows only that he has passed into it and lives beyond us, in a condition not ours.
O.P.N. has always been about reaching for some kind of liminal state in which opposing aesthetic forces become entangled and confused and equal.
It is the hour of pearl—the interval between day and night when time stops and examines itself.
