Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Shores of Stone

The sea, all around is the sea, the sea that whether here or washing up on the shores of Lampedusa, more and more is becoming the site of perished hope, the sea where the inequities of our world are carried on every ceaseless wave. The sea meeting lands where war and exploitation have made life impossible, where the North refuses the South, where power, like the sea, relentlessly pushes its own protection and the unwanted bodies slip under the surface, once again.

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