Do towns correspond to internal states? Who knows?

This is why I cannot write for most literary magazines. They—some—print and promote and hold up as admirable and worth emulating writing like this: 

An actual pinwheel

“It was a town caught in the pinwheeling stasis between living and dying, between chrysalis and mortuary. I want to examine why it is I am drawn to places like this, why I always return to this specific feeling of haunt and dislocation, this purveyance of fugue.

“I start by asking: do these places visually and externally correspond to a world within, to zones and aspects of my interior? If extrapolated and perceivable as place, as geography, as topography, would it match the desolate, degenerate, eroded, and scarred? Do these places call to mind or call into being a deep loneliness, a call to lonely places—am I finding my ghosts in the world without?”

Because "stasis" means "a period or state of inactivity or equilibrium" what would a "pinwheeling status" be except a cheap paradox? And what would life in a town caught between chrysalis ("a quiescent insect pupa or a transitional state") and mortuary be like?

One can only feel sympathy for someone drawn to place like that, especially a place that causes the author to return to this purveyance of fugue—which means?

The author asks some good questions (I guess), but I do not care enough to learn whether the person is finding his/her ghosts in a world without. . . ghosts?