“Poems of tourism: like travel snapshots taken compulsively, a means of capturing, collecting, framing the ruins, the exotic street, the sacred rocks, the half-nake vending child, the woman setting forth under her colorful burden. A means of deflecting the meanings of a place, the meaning of the tourist’s presence…”
Adrienne Rich, on how a writer might write travelling, careful not to get stuck dazzling on life in the exotic realm

who recently passed away. 

via K / Adrienne Rich and Promised Lands