Li-mi-nal - from the Latin limen (threshold), the space-time between what has been and what is not yet.
It is a place of transition, a time of waiting and not knowing, of growing up, of loss, of stations - trains - trains - empty houses, of translations into foreign languages, of twinkling stars and pixels ('young lady, your texture is off').
This is the place where all transformation happens, if we learn to wait and let it happen. The li-mi-nality expands, expands.
As in the line flashing on the tape: 'The tunnel system was larger than previously thought. There are only dashes left in our Morse code - from transition to transition - from corridor to corridor - from dream to dream.