The Liminal Places

On art and heaven

Kai Dewitt

When I was at University I used to walk into the campus in the city along a busy A-road, four lanes of traffic between two big roundabouts, loud, busy and charmless. Near the end of the road, between a bus stop and the path into the campus there was a random gate and a hedged track that disappeared into nowhere.

The wooden gate was always shut and padlocked, and since behind it was for all I knew just more city it seemed completely out of place, as if someone had lifted a farm lane from the map and accidently dropped it on a city road. It was inconspicuous, unnoticed, apparently unused, going nowhere.