Those Were the Halcyon Days

I'm Roman E. Halcyon. I have a serious case of Wanderlust. I'm in love with all things vintage. Photographer. I'm a junior at a New England Prep school, while I don't feel like I completely fit in at school but, I like the school. If I post any personal pictures i'll tag them to let you guys know. I hope you like this glimpse into my life.

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Pro-Curse 2016

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Rest stops on highways are liminal spaces where the veil is thin and nobody can tell me differently

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Explain

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The explanation is that liminal spaces are in between places that bridge Here with There, so in fairy tales we often have the Fairy Ring, the Forest Clearing, the Sudden Misty Foggy Forest, the Bridge, the River, graveyards, in some cases

We also have a ton of american urban mythology around famous roadways and sites off the sides of roads

Archetypes like these occur to mark the places in the world where the veil goes thin and humans can have extra-worldly experiences, out of the ordinary way of living

So why wouldn’t transient spaces like rest stops where everyone is just passing through from one place to the next, never stopping for too long, not be a liminal space where spirits frequent, too

Especially since nobody would know if they were real or not

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Ok but this speaks to me

I always feel like something isn’t quite right at rest stops

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“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.“

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Marc, 2013 on Flickr.

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An Unfortunate “Fall” on Flickr.

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I don't understand myself.

Why do I remain friends with people who always put me down. I don't get why I do this to myself. I feel awful about it. What I'm realizing is that I deserve better. I deserve people who make me happy and who treat me like I'm worth something. It's almost about time I move on with my life. And only tolerant people who will treat me well.

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this looks way to perfect on my blog

and its transparent

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floating on by j.caron on Flickr.

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