[From Janet's Dream Journal]
I saw a shabby old shop by the side of the road. It was white siding with yellow trim, windows the entire front. A big sign in red cursive letters that had begun to wear and fade away said Happy Donut. I went in and I was standing behind the shining white Formica counter, beside the old school cash register. The stools at the counter had red tops. I just stood behind the counter, smiling, looking at me, not saying May I help you or anything. I was kind of nodding my head, as if to music, but from in front of the counter I couldn't hear anything, just an occasional car sound outside. I and I were the only two people in the place. I looked beyond me and saw shelves of glazed donuts. Perfectly round, perfectly glazed donuts. But I did not want them. I did not want even one of them. I didn't care if they were free, I didn't ask myself if I wanted to buy a donut and I didn't ask myself how much the donuts were. I stood behind the counter smiling and nodding and I turned away from myself and went out the door. Chimes jingled. As I walked away I realized I was also the donuts. I was everything, the perfectly clean and unappealing store, the Formica, the silence, the people who weren't there with me, I was it all and I didn't want to be there I didn't want to be me I didn't want donuts/me and didn't want my not wanting, lack of wanting. I was not hungry.