一半是辛酸 一半是甜蜜, 一年又一年 長教我留戀
I saw a young couple against the wall. The boy was urinating against the wall and the girl never let go of his arm. She’d look down at what he was doing, then back again at the boy. I felt this was true love at work.
Mom: You out there?
Me: Out where?
Mom: The object of my consciousness, outside of it.
Me: What you doing tonight?
Mom: Nothing, watching Ozu. Do something together?
Me: What? Study together?
Mom: Blow me down!
MOM: Form of expression like knocked over with proverbial feather.