I often find myself traversing the liminal spaces and moments within life. The empty parking garages, the maintenance areas, the kitchens, closets, hallways and pantries of the “Developed” world. The strange silences and quiet emptiness aside from the soft whir of HVAC and the rush of fluid through plumbing. Miracles of modern engineering lurking behind facades of grandeur and “civilized” life. It is funny how within environments entirely contrived by humanity that we have divided our lives into what is “for show” and what is simply for utility. I often think of empty schools, hotels, and office buildings. I’ve often discovered that I’m exploring the alleyways and loading docks of the night in cities around the world, cigarette butts littering the ground where conversations about the minutiae, the mundane, and the complexities of our lives have taken place, amid breaks from unmeaningful occupations. Perhaps this is because I find myself traipsing through what may be a “liminal” part of my life, the part that is for utility, and not for show.