I've been thinking about starting this blog for a long time. I think the first seeds of the idea of The Liminal Station were planted when I first read the book Pattern Recognition by William Gibson in about 2004 or 2005 (I can't remember exactly when I first read the book).
Early in the book Cayce Pollard, the main character, is going from one place to another while experiencing the travel-hangover known as jet lag. Describing this moment the text says,
Liminal, she thinks, getting out of the cab by what had been themusty, multileveld cave of Kensington Market, with its vanished maxes of punk and hippy tat. Liminal. Katherine mcNally's word for certain states: thresholds, zones of transition. Does she feel liminal, now, or simply directionless? She pays the driver, through the window, and he drives away.
A little later Cayce sees a motercyclist who has been in an accident, and is being tended to by medics.
The bike medic, in a Belstaff jacket with huge reflective stripes, is kneeling above the fallen rider, whose helmet is on the pavement beside him and whose neck is immobilized in a foam collar. The medic is giving the man oxygen with a mask and a bottle and now Cayce realizes she can hear the insistent hooting, from somewhere behind, of a mirror-world ambulance. And for an instant she sees that unconscious, unmarked face, its lower half obscured by the transparent mask, the evening's rain falling on the closed eyes. And knows that this stranger may now inhabit the most liminal place of all, poised perhaps on the brink of nonexistence, or about to enter some existence unimagined.
She cannot see what hit him, or what he might have hit. Or else the street itself had risen up, to smite him. It is not only those things we most fear that do that, she reminds herself.
After I read this book the word "liminal" became a word I used. The concept of liminality became something I thought about. I became more aware of how liminal moments of my life seemed to be.
The concept of making something around the concept of liminality lurked in the background of my thoughts for years. The idea would come into focus here and there, but it would then quickly fade back into the background.
This lasted until 2020...