From a dream last night: I was sentenced to three to four years, which struck me as neither unjust nor just — simply the number that had been arrived at. But it did feel long. I found my bunk without difficulty after talking with my family. A woman helped me with my pack, and when I offered my name she received it quietly and gave nothing back. After a moment, she relented. I did not press her on the delay. There are thresholds one ought not to cross too quickly, and she knew which ones they were. ...