L I M B O
“Our past is situated elsewhere, and both, time and place, are impregnated with a sense of unreality: limbo of being”.
“Something unreal seeps into the reality of the recollections that are on the borderline between our own personal history and an indefinite pre-history. We hover between awareness of being and loss of being. And the entire reality of memory becomes spectral”.
Gaston Bachelard, 1964