So you know (my ex says) they have this new search function on Facebook.
Yeah, I say sage to the phone.
So! he says. I wonder. Will people start living their lives so that they match the search norms on Facebook? Like, would you go to the beach just so that you can write a post about it and then show up in the search results for “beach trip”? Would you tailor your life so that you appeared at the top of certain searches, so that you were the most visible person planning a BBQ or choosing a preschool or going skiing or whatever?
Wow, I say. There’s a short story there. Or even a novel. Huh. I may have to quote you on that. But if I do, I’ll give you credit.
Ok, he says, uncertain. How would you cite me? As your ex?
There’s a pause, filled for me by the little cat gnawing on my knee.
Actually, he says, yeah. That’d be good. ‘Wisdom from my ex.’
It’s a very cool idea, I say. You should write a poem about it.
Eh, he says, breezy. Maybe. We’ll see.