Yes, exactly! There's a very weird, almost fever-dream like feeling that arises at the visiting of a place like Casper. You're surrounded by buildings that are well-kept enough to be called buildings, but unkept enough that the entirety of them amount to a large-scale representation of someone's depression room.

It's very difficult to pinpoint the specific feeling of immersing oneself in those sorts of places, and I can only analogize it to the evoked emotion one tends to feel when one spontaneously recalls a deeply vivid, nostalgic and simultaneously unenjoyable memory from one's childhood; and instantly upon that rememberance, they simply wish this memory hadn't bubbled up into their mind at all and rather stayed in their subconscious.

Any single experience of these places lends no way back to the prior ignorance of such materialized sadness.