A man becomes fast friends with a real estate entrepreneur who, one night, tells him a fantastic story of time-travelers in the far future who use the past as a criminal dumping ground.
The homesickeness, though, that’s what eats you. Little things you never noticed. Some particular food, the way people walk, the games played, the small-talk topics. Even the constellations. They're different in the future. The sun has traveled that far in its galactic orbit.

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  1. “My Object All Sublime” by Poul Anderson, in Galaxy, June 1961.
    . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . written by Poul Anderson