series 1: Fat people & tourists
The Palace Aphorisms
no. 6:
The tourist comes to see what he has been told to see and traps a tiny portion of its soul in his little digital camera.
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Wednesday, September 06, 2006
4 comments:
Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.
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Oh, I hope and trust most places souls' are impervious to digital, or otherwise, camera intrusions. No, I think it's the tourist's soul that gets trapped in the little apparatus---or the minutes of his/her life that go unlived. Of course, it's different when WE (all of your readers and you) do it ;D.
ReplyDeleteAh, but everybody thinks that others are the real tourists... Isn't that so? And "we" are the adventurers and carefree vagabonds. In your case, the careful observer with the travel sketches of things seen.
ReplyDeleteOf course, I no longer have on my rose-colored leisure suit, and so can profess to know nothing about either tourist or adventurer.
Mmm 'tiny prtion of its soul' - love it! I imagine them tumbling out when I download my pictures onto my computer, then escaping down the wires - to return to where they've come from.
ReplyDeleteWonder what the confetti of soul bits is called... Need a singular and plural.
ReplyDeleteTrala for the first day of school! A reasonably good time was had by all.