The ghost story goes like this: I’m a ghost and you are too, and we’re stuck in the hallway of an office building. Some of the offices are for tax accountants, and lawyers, and therapists with white noise machines cricketing outside their doors, and one is a dentist, and one is a chiropractor who mixes foul-smelling teas. And all day we watch people in wool pants open their doors to people in jeans. And all night we watch the one tax accountant who works late clicking through her spreadsheets. We are invisible and although we are grateful to not be dead, or to be dead but to still be somewhere and not nowhere, this office park isn’t the most interesting place to be.