“We thought we lived in a place that was almost untouchable,” he said. I knew otherwise. This place was not touched but haunted by an inescapable agent. A sleepy southwest Pennsylvania town. Post-Manufacturing. Post-Coal. Appalachian. Stigmatized. Shrinking. 17 years ago I left; certain I really saw you. Now, I come and I go. “… a place that was almost untouchable.” but he meant a place where change could be kept at bay. I see you now with clarity. I am your Nemesis; looking in from the outside.