It’s something I didn’t think about when they were always there and it’s something I continued to not think about when they were gone. Fireplaces.
When I moved from America to Japan 11 years ago, I never saw a house or apartment that had a fireplace ever again. And even though I grew up with one, and associate a lot of fond memories with it, I don’t really miss it and don’t think it’s necessary in a modern home.
The closest the Japanese ever had to a fireplace was a hearth in the common room for cooking. Those became extinct a long time ago and are now only found in the few larger pre-war buildings that still remain.
He’s describing liminal space. It has nothing to do with being tricked into thinking you’re on a space station. It’s about being somewhere our brain knows should have lots of people, but you’re alone.
I’ve walked through train stations late at night and had those moments before. A gaping maw of a walkway meant for rush hour pedestrian traffic… completely empty and silent.