Donuts are All-American. They represent the best and worst of us. They are symbols of Americanic nostalgia and depravity. We love and fear them. They’re iconic. They’re embarrassing. They’re delectible. They’re greasy. They’re heavenly. They’re repulsive. They’re delicious. They’re poison. They’re fun. They’re evil. They’re everywhere!
Except when you really need one.
And every last one of them has a story to tell, but they’re not talking. They can’t.
They do, however, give clues. And it’s up to each and every one of us to decipher each and every individual drama for ourselves.
