This Spengler piece neatly sums up the feeling I've had all year: that parts of the world are simply going to 'go dark' - lapse into internal disorder, become flyover country, off the map, fenced off from the remainder.
See 'em while you can (and, of course if there's anything to actually go for). Art and Architecture are my choices. That rules out a good deal of the globe, anyways.
As Kipling notes in the 'Copybook Headings' pome
'We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market-Place.
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome'