I parked my car in the parking structure (goddammit) to pick up the last of my belongings from my former employer, which had gone out of business. I meandered down to the now dusty and mostly vacant offices, where pale sunlight filtered through the windows to illuminate dust particles hovering sadly in the stale air. The only thing left for me to get was a very large glass vase full of long-dead flowers. Carrying it back to the car, I passed Keanu Reeves in the parking structure (goddammit), who was in the process of loaning a bright green Lamborghini to a friend of his. I wished I was a friend of Keanu Reeves. At the car I set the vase down and took a good look at it. It had been used as a fish tank as well as a vase, so among the roots of the dead plants floated the mummified corpses of once-bright tropical fish, now dull and leathery. Some of them had their mouths locked around the aeration stones, as though they had died gasping for a last breath of air. A few dead butterflies floated in the water with the fish, stiff and papery. All were magnified by the lensing effect of the round glass vase.