"So you don't remember a thing about my daughter," Rachel's father said.
"Not one thing. I know this is horrible, but it's the truth. I remember you though," Jay said.
"I am very flattered," Rachel's father responded, "very flattered indeed."
"When I look at Rachel, it's like I'm looking at someone whom I find very attractive and..." Jay continued, "foreign."
"You find me to be "foreign?" And you, You, are you a native of the USA?"
"Don't misunderstand me," Jay stated, "I just mean that you look exotic. Is that so bad?"
"My students... they are all crazy about Post-Modernism and deconstructionism. One female student wrote a paper about chewing gum, how it is a text that combines commercialism and nature."
"Everything is a text," Rachel asserted, "and a text expresses a hierarchy within the culture. The gum comes from nature which is the lowest level of the culture. A gum completely disguises the fact that it comes from a tree. It is reconstructed as a user-friendly cultural item, meant to be chewed then disposed of."
"I don't know why you always talk about Post-Modernism," Jay inserted," Post-Modernism states that text is given meaning by context and that context is absolute. And the context is Post-Modernism which says that there are no absolutes, universals, etc. except itself."
"There really is no point in talking about Post-Modernism.
Jay drank his beer.
Rachel sipped her wine.
Rachel's father looked at Jay a bit curiously.
"Your lost memories of Rachel could also be a text. It is a text that cannot find a context and is therefore, forgotten."