otherworld

day and night are separate things. this is very obvious. on a more visceral level, it is also very obvious that they are wholly separate, experiences more distinct from one another than... than day and night.

(nailed it.)

the night shop at day is called the mountebank club, and either one can become the third facade. the third facade is utilitarian, not temporal.

some people like to break the rules, though. like people who get jet-lagged. fuck those people. they aren't experiencing nature the way god intended, and must stay on the ground until they can learn to obey.

uh. not sure what that was. sorry.

anyways, liminal spaces are tangentially related to this idea. essentially, a liminal space is somewhere between two areas. this is not very interesting in itself. in practice, though, the term tends to refer to spooky sorts of stuff. for example, a time which is very late⁠—say, perhaps, 4:17 a.m.⁠—can be considered a liminal space, because it isn't quite day or night. also, as noted, it is spooky, particularly as the number 417 has associations with a certain joseph steward in the circles in which our sort run.

i crack up every time i see that number in any other context, if i'm being perfectly honest here.