I dreamt that my beloved and I were visiting a large and bustling city with many a building clad in glass. It was night, but there were bright lights all around us. I remember crowded streets where people walking past were reflected in façades, store windows, and revolving doors. My beloved and I got separated at some point, and I was not sure any longer what was she and what was her reflection. I remember dashing after her only to discover that it was a mirage in a glass door. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I marveled at what I witnessed. Although slightly disconcerting on account of my separation from my beloved, the world from my dream struck me as a good representation of many a large city today. Nothing but a mirage. And glass is a perfect architectural embellishment of this bewildering world. The world of mirrors. It took me a while to fall asleep again.