“What keeps you from visiting?”
“I don’t like how it feels.”
“How does it feel?”
“Like… like eating a sandwich you don’t want to eat. Like you’re not hungry or your appetite is missing. Gone, never formed, I don’t know. And it’s not even a good sandwich, either. It tastes like poverty. Bread heels, cheap jelly. It’s gross.”
“Going home feels gross?”
“Yeah. Yeah, it does.”