The girl I met in Tokyo
Said ‘Would you like a ride?’
I said ‘I’m rather broke, you know
And then there’s this beside:
I’m not as young as once I was
My hour is getting late
I think you should take up your wares
And seek a fresher date’
Said ‘Would you like a ride?’
I said ‘I’m rather broke, you know
And then there’s this beside:
I’m not as young as once I was
My hour is getting late
I think you should take up your wares
And seek a fresher date’
It’s all lies. I’ve never been to Tokyo,
although I've always had a yen (sorry) to visit rural Japan. Three
people who’ve spent time there tell me that it’s a very beautiful country, and
I gather the Japanese have great respect for reserve, quietness and the
sanctity of other people’s space. That would suit me nicely.
And I remain intrigued that somebody from Japan continues
to read the same two stories, as I mentioned in an earlier post. What can it
mean? Might I one day see a version of both translated into Japanese horror
stories on YouTube? That would be fun. And if you read this, esteemed Japanese
person, please don’t worry about copyright. I don’t. I happen to believe that
stories live best when they are freely repeated.
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