In The Washington Post, Henry Wismayer, a travel writer who hasn’t been able to travel, reflects on what he’s learnt:

… I couldn’t shake the creeping sense that so much of what we call travel is extractive, the commodification of someone else’s sunshine, culture and photogenic views. In my most cynical moments, I had started to see travel as something monstrous, a vector of humanity’s infestation that has evolved out of all proportion with what the planet can sustain.