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Kenopsia: The Eeriness of Places Left Behind

THE BOOK IS HERE, with hundreds of new definitions: https://bit.ly/3z1RYvH Available in hardcover, ebook, and audiobook, read by the author. kenopsia, n. the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that’s usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet—a school hallway in the evening, an unlit office on a weekend, vacant fairgrounds—an emotional afterimage that makes it seem not just empty but hyper-empty, with a total population in the negative, who are so conspicuously absent they glow like neon signs. THE DICTIONARY OF OBSCURE SORROWS http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows... The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows is a compendium of invented words written by John Koenig. Each original definition aims to fill a hole in the language—to give a name to emotions we all might experience but don’t yet have a word for. Follow the project, give feedback, suggest an emotion you need a word for, or just tell me about your day. Email the author: [email protected] Facebook   / 137197489655526   Twitter @ObscureSorrows   / obscuresorrows   ETYMOLOGY From Greek, kenosis "emptiness" + opsia "seeing" MUSIC "Golden Memories" by Simon Arthur Rhodes TRANSCRIPT Kenopsia. You can sense it when you move out of a house, noticing just how empty a place can feel. Walking through a school hallway in the evening, or an unlit office on a weekend, fairgrounds out of season. It's usually bustling with life, but now lies abandoned and quiet. It's easy to forget that most of your memories happened in places that are still around, the walls mostly unchanged, with even some of the same people, who carry on in your absence. But the world you once knew, and the people you still remember, have long since moved on, replaced by so many others who have passed through these doors. You try to stick around long enough to catch up with the memories, to finally linger in the life you spend so much time building up, hoping the world will stick around to keep you company. But eventually you'll pack up your things and walk through the house one last time. And not a day after you leave, it'll become someone else's new home, a blank canvas they'll fill up with their own memories. burying the life you built in a fresh coat of paint, leaving nothing but echoes of what was once here. Leaving the room not just empty but hyper-empty. with a total population in the negative, whose inhabitants are so conspicuously absent they glow like neon signs. Maybe that's why we want to believe in ghosts. Maybe it's just a fantasy. A fantasy that our memories are so powerful they'll leave a mark on the wall that would mean something to someone else, and can't just be painted over. We just want to mark our time here, to keep the rooms filled and the memories alive. And if our houses are haunted, it'll be because we're haunting them ourselves, as if there was ever such a thing as unfinished business.