Liminal is a six-week installation across four floors of a former post office in Lisbon. You enter alone. You leave with someone you have never met. The rest, we do not explain — and the people who built it have agreed never to.
You will not need to knock. You will not need to announce yourself. The room has been waiting.
There is tea, still warm. There is a chair, slightly turned. None of it is a coincidence, and none of it is for you to question.
Not the chair. Not the letters. Not the silence. You may take none of it home except what you cannot put down.
The exit is not the entrance. The street outside will be unfamiliar for a minute, and then unbearable for an hour, and then yours again.
"I cried at the chair. I have no idea why."
"I walked back to my hotel and slept for fourteen hours, and dreamt I was still inside."
"I will not describe it. I have promised three friends I would not describe it."
We release 40 tickets per day, one week in advance. We do not offer refunds. We do not photograph the interior. Bring no one. Tell no one. Reserve.
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