Water is filled with ghosts and history.
You ever think about that-
All the treasures and achievements and people lost and scattered on the floor of the world?
Quietly gathered and waiting,
Now accustomed to the weight of water and its endless motion
And, just,
The sound of everything...
I don't think
Atlantis is about a land that used to be above the water.
I think
It's about the memories we have lost to the Sea.
Imagine-
The wonder of a bottle of wine,
Three hundred years old,
And still something you could drink,
Maybe,
Withered and faded,
But still alive,
Edible,
Interpretable,
Like another time
In a bottle,
An intimation of immortality.
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