JG Ballard, 1964 Liminal spaces – abandoned high rises, marooned flyovers – were always central to Ballard's pre- and post-apocalyptic imagination, so it's no surprise that the many beaches that feature in his oeuvre tend not to be places of bucolic retreat, but, rather, as in this story from 1964, sites of seething menace and latent (or not-so-latent) violence.
Usually held in nontraditional party spaces (abandoned warehouses and outdoor desert settings are favorite sites), these events, programmed by visionary disc jockeys and lighting designers, synergize electronic music, psychedelic decor and drugs (usually Ecstasy) to send partygoers into a communal ecstatic state.
His inspiration here was a fantasy of Earth, seen from space, abandoned but for a sign bearing the movement's title, "Gone Dancing".
For Best, dubstep was moving in to claim the space abandoned by rock, through its retreat during the 2000s into either antiquarian retro irrelevance or the non-visceral gentility of indie, all wordsmith craft and over-embellished arrangements.
Do you want to give money to attract subtenants to space abandoned by Citigroup or Lehman?" Definitely not, said James A. Parrott, an economist and deputy director of the Fiscal Policy Institute, a research organization.
But it's also a game about fear of company, exposure and emotional vulnerability – wandering around a desolate space, surveyed constantly by an unseen presence, it's a game about having your personal space abandoned and having it invaded.
In the months after Katrina, however, city planners certainly had one: turn the Lower Ninth into green space, abandon it as a viable urban centre, and save money by shrinking the city's footprint.
Unfortunately, the urban planners nowadays have ignored the basic principles of good urban spacing, abandoning theories evolved from systematic observations and deductive experiments thus; the urban environment constitute lots of problems which undermine the role of public spacing as a social generator in our life.
These roads trace vast spaces where abandoned homesteads and ghost towns are as common as any habitation.
The men escape from prison, but only to pass through a series of no less confining spaces: an abandoned mine, a roadside cafe where they briefly hold the patrons hostage, a crowded passenger train chugging through the California night.
Cooking pots and gas stoves shared floor space with abandoned camouflage fatigues.
