I quit reading The New York Times

I recently had a dream. I was living on some island at the far edge of the world, where the sky chased itself through a mirage of pink clouds, and the water hallucinated with dappled drops of purple sunset. It was some strange cerulean paradise.

Only my teeth hurt, so I went to the dentist. She lived in a small pagoda on the edge of a lily pond — only the lilies were pink and purple and the water they…