Lev In Color
by Caroline Bick
$475
There is something so bittersweet and surreal about love in the liminal space. The liminal zone is a “between space,” after a break up, often an amicable one (but not always) where nothing is necessarily wrong, but nothing is quite right either. It’s a space of independence and the sweetness of freedom interlaced with the sharp reality that you are alone. Time spent together in the liminal zone feels like a fantasy, or a dreamworld, where little things feel new again because you both have seen what life looks like without them, and it feels so good in the moment that it’s worth all the pain you know awaits you both at the end of it. Still warm images from the past turn to grasping for feelings that have already come and gone and can never be attained again. We cling to the illusion that everything is okay, nothing is real, (and there is relief and safety in that!), but so stuck in the cycle that you’d rather have the same old fight than be alone another night. Avoiding the harsh truth at all costs, we love dangerously in the liminal space, holding them so close, when you know in your soul it’s only a matter of time before you have to let go again.