I go there sometimes to look around and feel the vibes and shit, but I almost never go in for fear I won’t come out, and I still want to see how this story ends. It doesn’t make a lot of sense to me that he’s the only one I ever see there, but he is. We don’t have much in common except for that, but that turns out to be pretty much everything. Once you’ve been there, you’re irrevocably changed and there’s no one you can talk to about it. Or you can talk all you want, but no one will have any idea what you’re saying. They won’t even hear you. So, when you meet someone else who’s been there, you sort of fall together even if you don’t make sense together. What’s funny is that when you find someone you can talk to about it, there’s no reason to. You hang around together because you can talk about it but then you don’t. Weird.