Sometimes when we visit some place we are essentially peering in or glancing. Travel definitely added this dimension to our lives. There's a powerful poem by TS Eliot (sp?) where the consciousness is encountering "a scene" in the passing.
In the passing it's difficult if not impossible to detail, to fully understand scene. While the imagery may be stark (being filed past a Confederate flag on a highway, for example) the other attributes of such scenery is bereft of information.
Thirty years ago in the Southeast there were many people working on boundary and how we navigate less isolation or a nearness to each other when we all have individual ideas and beliefs within the broader framework of nation. Generations of family were explained by representatives when it came to talking about flags. And academics and communities came up with honoring everyone's space about flags using the word heritage.
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