At birth, d appeared typically normal, but gradually, he began to take the shape of a doughnut. The center of his torso disappeared, along with all evidence he was ever attached to his mother through an umbilical cord. What remained was a perfect O. The summer he was fifteen, a carnival came to town, and when it left, so did he. He needed a container to hold his missing piece. People claimed to see various things where d‘s navel should have been. Some reported an egg, sunny-side-up. Others a cyclops or a one-eyed jack. An artist, who earned a living by working as an accountant for a large law firm saw a primitive image of Edvard Munch’s The Scream, as reported by the Indianapolis Star.  After hours, d navigated the maze of the Hall of Mirrors. In the mirrors, d saw nothing missing at all.