Politically rooted in Europe, yet geologically anchored to the African plate, Lampedusa reveals itself as a liminal space: facing it lies the African continent, cradle of the human species, from which the exodus of Homo sapiens began approximately 75,000 years ago.
It is the same horizon from which contemporary migrations arrive today, situated within a continuity that runs through the deep history of humanity.
The sea captures its essence: a threshold between invisible boundaries.
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They were or they weren't.
On an island or not.
An ocean or not an ocean
swallowed them up or it didn't.
Was there anyone to love anyone?
Did anybody have someone to fight?
Everything happened or it didn't
there or someplace else.
Seven cities stood there.
So we think.
They were meant to stand forever.
We suppose.
They weren't up to much, no.
They were up to something, yes.
Hypothetical. Dubious.
Uncommemorated.
Never extracted from air,
fire,water, or earth.
Not contained within a stone
or drop of rain.
Not suitable for straight-faced use
as a story's moral.
A meteor fell.
Not a meteor.
A volcano exploded.
Not a volcano.
Someone summoned something.
Nothing was called.
On this more-or-less Atlantis
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Atlantis
Wisława Szymborska [1957]