I bandied many ideas back and forth for where ghosts spend their “leisure” time. At first I wanted a sort of garden party, but that seemed too cozy and pleasant, more akin to heaven. I considered a hotel, or even a massive space station, if I wanted to get into metaphysics and such. Then I figured, they needed someplace to go that’s fine temporarily, but the longer you stay around, the more you want to leave.

VoilĂ : a train station. I looked to the Buffalo Central Terminal for most of my inspiration, with notes taken from the Michigan Central Station in Detroit, the former Penn Station in NYC, and a bit of Grand Central. Unsurprisingly, they were all built in the Art Deco age, which has an air of timelessness to me.