
There’s something satisfying about the geometry of bleachers. And there’s something about empty bleachers. That same something as empty parking lots and playgrounds at night. These liminal spaces where reality is altered. I think I like these places so much because it feels as if the world has paused and I’ve taken a step away from it. It feels like I have enough space to breathe, deeply. To think, about things that are important, about things that aren’t. A place where it feels like the next thing is so far away that I don’t need to trouble myself with it. Provided I haven’t been binging Criminal Minds before entering this liminal space, otherwise I’d be totally freaked out!