I'm still at the end of my rope because I find myself not handling things well when I travel.

I am looking for the people who have always been there, and belong to the places they live. The others I do not wish to see.

Yeah, but what if you went back and killed your own grandfather?"

He stared at me, baffled. "Why the fuck would you do that?

...a tourist can't help but have a distorted opinion of a place: he meets unrepresentative people, has unrepresentative experiences, and runs around imposing upon the place the fantastic mental pictures he had in his head when he got there.

If time travel is possible, where are the tourists from the future?

Christmas to a child is the first terrible proof that to travel hopefully is better than to arrive