But wait, there's more: Liminal Spaces & sentient buildings

Obviously one single post about Liminal spaces would not have been enough for me to convey just how deep my thoughts go about them. For many people, it's just the idea of random endless buildings existing in a parallel universe that may or may not be infested with creatures. To me, it's the "why", and the "who". Why do these places exist? And who built them?

The scariest thought that crosses my mind, is the idea of these buildings being sentient. Nobody built them, they built themselves. If you look at some videos about the Backrooms, you can see that every version of them consist of buildings that look normal, but start to make no sense the deeper you go. You would walk down a perfectly normal hallway, and enter a room that makes no earthly sense: a hole in the wall that leads you down, but it's actually bringing you up. Tall rooms with no structural purpose, or stairs that lead you nowhere.

These, more or less, "little" errors are the reason I start to wonder if these buildings are sentient. Similar to how the aliens in "Annihilation" tried to re-create bits and pieces of our world to study them...

but resulted in bizarre creations, and destruction.

It's very scary to think that these buildings could be sentient, and are building themselves based on the little knowledge they have about our structures. But then the question is, how do we end up there? Or why? Could it be that the walls between parallel universes are very thin, and we just accidentally fall through? Do these buildings know that we're roaming around in them?

Perhaps the reason this topic feels so personal to me, is because, my whole life I have looked at objects with an odd feeling of "they're aware". All items are aware of their existence, they're just... asleep, or fulfilling their purpose. The fridge is keeping food from being spoiled, my monitors are displaying as they should, my coke bottles are keeping the liquid inside, and they are aware of it. It's hard to explain without sounding like a nut-job, but, I guess in a way, I've always looked at items, and buildings as "aware". I swear I'm not high.

Even when my mother and I are discussing the house we are currently renting, I avoid speaking badly about it. After all, it's allowed us to live inside it without collapsing, freezing, or burning. It feels... chill.

Having this little blog section to spill my brain on, honestly feels like therapy sessions I never knew I needed.