Unmarked thoughts

Jerry's mother talks like a bird. I always think there is something chirpy about asian languages. When she talks, I am reminded of a sparrow, flying from branch to branch.

Her tongue rattles off like a cart with a loose wheel rolling down a steep hill. Seriously. You can't stop it. When he says he's talking to his mom, it is not so much "talking" as "listening" and "grunting occasionally."

the only bad thing about running away is that you can only do it for so long.

it's not really just about you.