A kitchen, pre renovation, with all surfaces clear of food, dishes or clutter.
Riding backwards in a limousine on a route you have driven many times before.
The living room after the Christmas tree has been taken down and put away, but before the furniture has been rearranged to account for its absence.
That last look through your apartment before you move out.
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The explanation for the phenomenon is that, in the cortex, verbal repetition repeatedly arouses a specific neural pattern that corresponds to the meaning of the word. Rapid repetition makes both the peripheral sensorimotor activity and central neural activation fire repeatedly. This is known to cause reactive inhibition, hence a reduction in the intensity of the activity with each repetition.
Sounds right. Although I feel like I’ve experienced this feeling other times just in normal reading, where I wasn’t typing it and didn’t notice any repetition in reading; though I wouldn’t have known then to identify repetition as a cause, either.
just gonna have to take your word for that one, Mr. High Roller ;^)
Things felt pretty liminal when I used to walk the train tracks at night, and some of the other spaces I would explore that would have been trespassing, had I been discovered.
Come to think of it, I get those feels during artmaking, and my art teachers said that correlated with right-brained thought–time slowing down and etc.
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The office on a weekend.
At home when the power goes out and everything goes silent.
Away from the lights of the city on a crisp, clear night and you can see the stars curve above you.
The early morning of a freeze, the skeletal trees bone-white in the dawnlight.
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Sometimes, when I’m in bed, I am certain that my head is actually at the foot of the bed, and therefore the room is rotated 180° from where it would normally be.
I get the opposite of this… My house is almost always empty, so it doesn’t feel right when there are people in it.
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Walking through a city, or on a major street, at that rare hour of the early morning still well before dawn when there is no traffic left and you may not see or hear anyone for the whole hour…or you may.
Going back to my hometown after many years away. The streets were mostly the same, the people spoke the same, the air smelled the same. But it was not the same. It was a simulation, or an emulator, slightly off in some key but unidentifiable way.
Those times when the moisture in the air and the angle of the sun are at just the right combination to cast an otherworldly tint (often green) on everything and change the shadows in some indescribable way.
The odd lowlight blue tint when everything is covered in snow, and sounds somehow simultaneously both carry long distances due to the cold air and at the same time are muffled and silenced by the snow and mist.
The parts of buildings that most people never see because they’re for authorized personnel only, when you’ve never been an authorized personnel there - attics, subbasements, back hallways at malls and hospitals, those windy little corridors in old buildings that lead to the bathroom but seem to take you through the twilight zone to get there.
Back alleys and abandoned buildings in the daylight, when they’re not really spooky and yet, some haunting vestige of the night’s presence remains.
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It’s not exactly what you wrote, but it made me think of this photo I took.
@DaakSyde your post makes me think of the Scorsese film After Hours.
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For me it’s my office, even though I’ve worked there for nine years (and for the company for twelve). You can see the CN Tower and Lake Ontario from the staff lunchroom on a clear day, so sometimes I go there just to take a 5 minute break and look at home. I always wind up feeling a little bit homesick, even though I just left home that morning and will be going home that night.
Driving that curve where the QEW turns into the Gardiner and you get the first clear view of the Toronto skyline always reminds me of the line from LOTR, “The white towers of Ithilien, calling you home!” Silly but true.
Have I mentioned I hate commuting by car?
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I love all of these!!
@noahdjango - new words! That blip into being! Like Dawn on Buffy! Shouldn’t be there, never were before, but now everyone knows the word. Totally happens all the damn time!
@kxkvi - sometimes before I wake up I know for certain that the bed is facing a different direction. But when I wake up its where it always has been. Stupid rotating beds!
@RatMan - home but not home, like in a dream, when I visit Nana’s house, I know it was torn down years ago, and we often talk about it, that its gone, and she gets sad and makes me a cup of tea.
@nothingfuture - taking the subway to see my dentist in the afternoon is entirely liminal.
@cheem1 - you can’t prove that! 
@CleverEmi - basically all hotels but especially motels are liminal. Most especially the ice machines and vending machines at 2AM
@MalevolentPixy - highschools in summer too! And yes. Weather events are all liminal!
@nimelennar - YISS! EXACTLY! Rotating beds!! I think I mean more the feeling when say you’re at a party and everyone is in the next room and you’re in a room alone (usually petting the cat) - so is the room liminal or is the cat?
@DaakSyde - yes, all of this yes. There is a street in my childhood neighbourhood that we all avoided. No reason. But none of us ever went there. It was wrong. It did not quite belong. The adults didn’t get it, they’d walk straight down it, and never feel a thing. But all the kids knew.
@gadgetgirl - dawn on the cottage dock. The cottage is on an island. And in that moment the homesickness is so strong! LOL - I often feel like the island doesn’t want us there. It goes away as the sun rises. (turning into one of those adults I spoke of above)
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New Orleans levee of the Mississippi in the early morning.
Ditto New Orleans City Park in the middle of the night.
My home right now - prepared to sell, nothing personal on the walls, newly painted. Doesn’t feel like my own space.
My head right in this moment in time where I feel like everything in my life is changing.
My neighborhood when it’s night because there are no street lights - I can get so lost in the familiar roads when it’s a really dark night.
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I hope the transition to a new head space goes as smoothly as possible! 
Re: streetlights - does anyone else notice them going out all the time? My Mother and I could not go for a drive a night without noticing at least one that we drove under going out. Apparently this is unusual. And until he met me, MrPants had never experienced it. But those few seconds when you drive under a streetlight that has just gone out, thats an other space.
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Check Google – there are some really long discussion threads about this. A New Age friend of mine insists it’s because someone is angry/stressed, possibly with liver issues.
I went through a period in the early 2000s where this happened to me all the time, but it seems to have faded off now.
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We go through lightbulbs, a lot.
I always just thought lightbulbs were just… bad? And didn’t last long?
I had no idea some people don’t change lightbulbs more than once a year?
We even have some LED and CF bulbs. No change. None of them last longer than a year around me.
Apparently my entire family is like this. So we never knew it wasn’t “normal”. And I guess we always just extended that thought to streetlights too?
I wish I could make lightbulbs go out on command! That’d be a neat trick!
But it happens so often that it were my liver I’d be pretty damn ill!
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Ah. Magnets in the blood.
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I used to have the same problem. And it wasn’t just light bulbs, it was anything electronic.
It seems to have abated somewhat now.
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I suspect those LED & CF bulbs are nowhere near as long-lived as advertised. To add to that, we have problems with LED bulbs in older ceiling fixtures – I think the heat builds up and burns the bulbs out.
Now, back on topic, a room where there’s a bulb out – before you notice that’s the reason it’s dim, it seems very odd.
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I’m realizing that one of the reasons that I like No Country For Old Men (and various Lynch films etc) is how it captured the liminal.
edit: and the ending of Heat–they go into the no-man’s-land near the airport with those little pink cube buildings and they’re both silent so the other can’t find them. Michael Mann could get you to liminal. Even Miami Vice had those moments sometimes, like the James Brown episode.
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Side of highway with thumb out and stupid grin on face, not because happy about anything but just because been out there for an hour and not really supposed to be there and why not
Abandoned post office
Super spooky darkened soundproofed catwalk around edge of abandoned post office
Various other abandoned or unoccupied buildings
Downtown Madras during full eclipse
Am I doing this right?
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How do they work?
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Being jarred awake from dozing because it seems someone has touched or pushed me. But I’m alone.
Waking from what turns out to be (sometimes years later) a premonition dream. In the dream I was in unknown spaces, such as offices, surrounded by people I didn’t know but having and hearing conversation and banter.
Walking into somewhere I’ve never been but somehow knowing every detail - where things are, decorations, etc.
@MissyPants: I’m like you with lightbulbs, except with watches. From young childhood, every watch I’ve tried to wear has gone haywire. Analogue, digital, wound, battery-operated, old, new. They all bugger up in one way or another sooner rather than later. I also seem to gather/have a lot of static electricity in me, which I suspect ties in to not being able to wear watches for very long.
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This reminded me of something. There is a road, a big cross-town street in a city of about 150,000 people. I first drove down it more than 20 years ago. But every single time, I get turned around and my sense of direction goes haywire and I lose track of whether I’m going north or south. Like every time. It’s this one stretch of about 2 miles that does it. About 10 years ago I realized that it’s right around a major evangelical university whose politics I despise. I still lose track of where I am and which direction I’m going, while driving straight. It’s the only place that happens so consistently.
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