Dream

I’m trying to buy a donut from a mall kiosk called “We’re All Out of Donuts” that has many unusual donuts on display. The employees want me to buy a huge donut full of salad. They’re surprised I don’t want it; they think I’m a philistine. They show me a donut stuffed with larvae covered in iridescent blue sauce. They can’t believe I don’t want it. One of them says, “Well what do you want, then?” My dad appears, his hands in his pockets, cheerful. “Dad,” I say, “I’m not doing so good.”