Dirt

Tonight in the taxi I got a call from a passenger. A man said, “Who is this?” I said, “You called me... you have the wrong number.” He said, angrily, “Your number was in my wife’s phone and it said ‘I’m on the way.’” I said, “I’m a taxi driver...maybe that’s what it is.” He hung up.

When Jeremiah asked for a solution to stopping the Golem who was destroying Prague, he was told: Write the alphabets backward with intense concentration on the earth. Do not meditate in the sense of building up, but the other way around.

I thought of a night at an East Village hotel when I didn’t—but almost did—have an affair with the visiting poet. She was a pair of scissors cutting a silent letter out of a word. Though the Golem has a human shape, you could say external beauty has been denied him. Hillel commented: Where there is no one, try to be a human being.