A word is required
In 2001, I was living in Tokyo and there was this girl.
In 2002, I left Tokyo and there wasn’t this girl anymore.
In 2003, I wrote a story about her and us. Cheap loop-de-loop tricks obscured the story itself. It was sent to hard drive exile.
In 2010, I cut the crap and got to the story.
In January 2011, the story was published at Night Train.
In November 2011, the girl found me on Facebook and we friended one another. Now we exchange messages and are talking about Skyping one of these times.
Last night, I was sipping bourbon and thinking about Tokyo and her and that story and posted a status indicating as much on Facebook.
This morning, she liked my status.
This morning, I am writing about all this here.
I don’t know what word captures the moment of (inter)cultural possibility that we have arrived at here. I think we need one.
Court Merrigan
