I dreamt last night of a friend of many years ago. Lost in an unending labyrinth of offices like those we worked in once, I made my way to more familiar territory and looked for him among the people there. Some seemed like him, at first, but a closer view showed them to be strangers. As I searched, it came to me that I’d not seen him in a long while; hadn’t I heard that he was dead? No, that couldn’t be. Then I recalled this waking world where it was so. He’d died in a far off place a decade ago. As I left the maze, I found it hard to breathe. I wanted to find someone to help, to tell them of the great loss that had finally sunk deep into my heart.