[ That's what it is: a nice place to be, so precious little of those he has outside of his own bedroom. It's where he can be alone, but not feel it, where it's okay to be silent and still and simply be. He really does like this place, and comes more often than he'd like to admit. ]

There are fortunes, but I don't usually get them.

[ Because he comes here so often, they become meaningless if he could change his fortune from day to day with a slip of a paper. Maybe he was supposed to learn something from that, how one can always start anew at the beginning of each day, but instead he pulls one fortune on new year's day— "bad luck," last new year's— and weathers that for the entire year. ]

I think most people only go to the shrines for special occasions, so they get them then. Since they're already there. Since you're already here...

[ No one's stopping you from doing it if you want. ]