...Atlantis...

Atlantis was a mythical place. I find it hard to believe that it ever existed somewhere in the middle of the ocean. In my dreams its location is somewhere over the clouds, not underwater. It has happened to me to see weird things over there, every time I routinely travel on the airplane.

Once I imagined the cyclopean walls of Atlantis encircling huge chimneys and rectangular buildings. One of them, possibly an altar of a mysterious fertility goddess, had set at defiance all known natural phenomena. It was an immense rhomboid construction with symbols and unknown alphabets on its external metallic walls and it was flying there, over a crown of fire, sparkling towards every direction. It took me some time to finally realize that the 'chimneys' were not chimneys but tall and impressive trees, with trunks made of various metals and branches made of big nails and screws, whereas their scant foliage was made of flags and banners.

I reckon that every building had a number; something like a code, to mark it and make it special, as all buildings were exactly the same. That number-symbol was written with light rays on the flat roof of every structure.

The king of Atlantis was a landholder, cultivating his land by giving orders to thousands of ant-formed robotic subjects. Their wages were payed in promise, little papers with prays and the head on the queen on them, reassuring the robotic creatures that the divine power is with them. But there was no hope. Because...



All things are instant, but when you add moments together you create duration. Energetic fields are nothing else but joined instant moments or particles. Moreover, everything - from chakras and states of mind to practicalities and social phenomena - has two opposite ends, two poles. Love, for example, is an instant moment of survival that can be expanded either to an eternity or to an annihilation. However, at this point I have to inform you that time in Atlantis was nonexistent. Concepts such as past and future would not mean absolutely anything, as dimension of time was infinitely small. For that reason there was not day and night in the Atlantian's mind, there was no movement in his thought, even though in reality everything in Atlantis was made of movement, light and noise. Feelings were also nonexistent, as souls were dominated by the powerful kingship.

Despite the technological progress, nurtured by the common belief to the unknown goddess, that desperation of peoples' thought lead to the death of their civilization. First the poles conspired against the center and soon the center was broken into pieces. Then, poles were desolated and perished due to self-destruction. All the tall chimney treas and the rectangular buildings were lost in the condemnation of timelessness. Atlantis was a mythical place, after all.


text and photography by Marsia Sfakianou. All rights reserved. Title of photograph: pot in gray scale and color (collection: Greece, 2007).