doesn't count."
The tiny, bright yellow god had her arms crossed, floating disapprovingly as I pointed to the definitely liminal space before me.
"Why not? it's creepy and stuff right, this should be your thing!"
I placed my arms at my sides, no longer pointing at what was definitely a liminal space.
"You don't know what liminal means, do you?"
She looked down the second aisle of a rural grocery store I had offered her, full of canned goods and an irritable old lady comparing coupons to the meagre offerings. THe bright yellow shelves of the No Frills reflected a vibrant sense of life that was kind of like the backrooms folks always said was liminal.
"Clearly not."
