I am an emotional tourist. My home is in the centre, and it comes with fantastic views. On a clear day I can see both left and right politics, theism and atheism, and eastern and western cultures. But in seeing these things it is only natural for me to sympathise with some views from nowhere near the centre; and I will spend a short vacation there before returning to the centre where, together with my slightly adjusted view, I find balance and comfort. But recently the centre has begun to feel less comfortable; and there’s now a fence there restricting my view, and upon which it is difficult to achieve balance. I fear that one day my home will become uninhabitable.