Samara asks what a tiny home ghost story would be like.
“Smol,” I say.
Once l’esprit de l’escalier has kicked in, I realise that, since the story would be set in a converted shipping container, it would have to be about the ghost of a stevedore stranded deep inland with a couple of earnest hipsters.
The ghost and the hipsters would have different points of view on, like, everything.