We all have our own Heterotopias. It may be as simple as the space created when you look at the reflection of your face in a mirror. For a moment, the real space around you and the imaginary space of the reflection, appear to become a single contiguous space.
I do not subscribe to Foucault's postmodernism. I am a fan of Scandinavian Realism - rooted in skepticism, empirical study and deontological constructs. However, I delight in the gentle heresy of some of Foucault's concepts, while I noting the critical flaws that beset the rest of his work.
The closing sequence to the old New Zealand film "Quiet Earth" captured me the first time I saw it and I have never really escaped. This is my Heterotopia. I spend a lot of time here - when I close my eyes and sigh, this is where I am. I have always wanted to try to capture this feeling - this is my latest effort.
for challenging me to tread down this path (and naming this place in an earlier post).
An earlier attempt is here.