Let me be honest: I live in Los Angeles. Here in Southern California, we cannot leave the house under most circumstances. I’m lonely! If Victorian Ghost Tilda Swinton wants to appear before me and scare the shit out of me, I’d be thrilled. Someone new to talk to! We can chat about whatever ancient curse has doomed her to roam the earth in her nightgown, and if there’s anything I can do (from my house) to release her into the afterlife. At length, even! Tell me all about the mustachioed occultist who spurned your romantic advances and then trapped you between life and death, Tilda! Tell me EVERYTHING!
