Our Journal does not usually announce the publication of a short story. But the short story in question deals with the sense of death, with the chaos accompanying it, with the anxiety breaking through at various levels. And I also like to think of just how useful (for thinking) certain little collections of jüdische Witze can be, or Egyptian statuettes, or various Dichter, and much Phantasieren. Small objects scattered about in Jewish literature. And beyond it.

This little volume consists of a short story fifteen pages long,