Places Where Time Seems Altered

Fairgrounds at midnight. A library, especially at the end of the day. Overnight flights through multiple time zones. Deserted beaches, especially at the edge of a storm or at night. Empty rest stops. In the mountains or a forest. Hospital waiting rooms. Unused units of hospitals. Abandoned trails that are starting to get overgrown. A long, empty hallway. A bar at closing time. An empty and disused indoor pool of an abandoned house. A defunct railroad in the process of being overrun by nature. A staircase. A snow-covered night, some time between midnight and three am. Bowling alleys. An open air market once everyone has left. Defunct subway lines. A cemetery, especially when nobody else is there. An abandoned church engulfed by fog. Abandoned sanitariums. Being in the yard at the edge of a storm. Campfires. Empty fields drenched in fog. Playgrounds at night. The only 24 hour gas station for miles, with nobody else but you and the cashier, dusty and expired products, the haunting glow of neon lights. A building, house, or hospital that was recently left or abandoned, when it feels like someone is about to come back at any moment. A random ruin in the middle of a forest, crumbled walls and a still-erect door. A train with nobody else on it. A bookstore. A dark theatre with just one light on. Anybody’s basement. On the edge of a river in the silence. A bus station. A 24 hour diner at two am with just one waitress, the TVs on silent, and nobody else but you. Deserted school hallways. A boarded up warehouse, the walls and boards graffitied, with no electricity, floors damp, and pipes dripping cold water. The bathroom of a crowded bar, alcohol covered floor sticky, grimy mirrors, the lights filtering through cigarette smoke. An open field with overgrown grass at twilight. A discarded motel with neon signs and dark windows and only one or two cars in the parking lot. An empty road at night in the rain. Walking through a suburban neighborhood at night after it’s rained. A funhouse left abandoned, the mirrors cracked and hazy, the halls littered with rubbish and leftover props, leaves and dust in the corners. All those liminal spaces you get lost in and forget that time exists, endless and eternal.