The contemporary world often seems to be nothing short of a permanent atopia – a place in which one is perpetually out of place, a locus of transience in which one is forever a stranger among strangers. Just a look around seems to reveal uprootedness and displacement virtually everywhere. And yet one begins to wonder whether or not atopia simply describes the human condition rather than a particular moment in history or given social conditions, all of which are, in the end transient. Is to be to be
