You don’t have trap me in a fantasy liminal space, reality is my backrooms. Okay that was cheesy but you know what I mean. Yes, I know I’m doing the “Omg this is just like fictional thing!!!” Haha funny meme. But I have to say the reality under capitalism (especially as a neurodivergent person) feels like an uncanny horror dimension to me. Where I’m surrounded by surreal AI advertising, ugly missmatched unplanned cities, gardens and lawns that have been shaped to mimic nature but don’t quite resemble it, people going through their fake motions living their fake lives that they insist I take part in, stay in character until I get the same stockholm syndrome they have and start to like it here.
Reality? Reality is our personal horror dimension that I’ve been trapped in all my life and you won’t let me leave no matter how much I insist that none of this capitalist nightmare is healthy. Oof, once again I sound like a cheesy “this is society” meme but I have no other way to verbalising it outside of sounding like a jaded teen.
Anyway, internet horror movie was good even though I’m not usually a horror fan and found it a little “This is totally deep because psychology is involved and mentally ill people can’t be saved from themselves” vibes. The actual liminal spaces and still lifes were cool as fuck. Reminded me of SCP.
I grew up playing Marathon, Myst and other nineties 3d games, which were full of inexplicable spaces and odd approximations or riffs off of real settings. I always had my eye out for interesting real places to twist and dreamify in level editors.
Seeing corporate and institutional settings mutated into serving dream logic is actually very pleasing and stimulating to me. Much better than the other way around.
Idk, I think in Myst it meant something and in real life it means nothing. That makes me sad.