Meet me in the middle
There are these spaces in the city of Montréal, that exist either of their own accord or that seem to only exist when we create them, that are so horrific and beautiful at the same time. The backrooms, not necessarily as a system of lore, but as a visual medium, are so interesting. Because the aura and the air of the space functions never as a destination, but as a journey point. Take the Atwater mirror tunnel, I know mentioning anything associated with Dawson College is heretical here, but hear…
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