Anxious life

Ryley 2022-12-19 02:42:34

There are various situations in the market, nightmares and struggles from the bottom! The tram idiot is immersed in an ethereal dream every day, and he doesn't pay any attention to the outside world, leaving only the sad old mother who weeps and sighs every day. Here is the husband who works hard but gets drunk every night and lives a 'harmonious' life of exchanging wives, the mute Katsuko is squeezed by a lazy and wretched uncle to live a life of walking dead; there is the repentant woman who can't get her husband Forgive and leave sadly, but the tolerant and generous husband is not surprised by the romantic wife. Also, a bunch of mother-in-law gathered together to chat, whisper, and keep discussing other people's private affairs. The homeless father and son continue to build a perfect palace-like splendid house in their hearts, but they curl up in an abandoned car every night, living a poor life with tight clothes and food, and the only family they have is Na Lai. With surviving begging implements. How much suffering, how much anxiety, and how much comfort can the compassionate and wise old man living among these frustrated people be able to endure? ! The same clothes, the same running track, the unchanging closed life, the common people living in a remote corner for a long time, their joys, joys, sorrows and sorrows are all swallowed up and submerged by this cold and lonely land. It's just broken souls that beat, and festering organs in their arms. And the colorful tram pattern at the end heralds the light, like the sun hanging overhead - far away but close, distant but scorching hot.

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Dodes'ka-den quotes

  • Taro Sawagami: Father...

    Ryotaro Sawagami: What is it?

    Taro Sawagami: Is it true we aren't your children?

    Ryotaro Sawagami: Think for yourself. Do you think you aren't? I know every one of you is mine. So, you're all dear to me. But if you don't love me, and if you don't think I'm your dad, then I am not. Right?

    Taro Sawagami: But people have always said that we aren't your kids, that our fathers are all different. And they didn't just tell me, but also Jiro, Hanako and Shiro.

    Ryotaro Sawagami: People say what they want. You can't stop them from saying all kinds of things. Right? No one can really tell whose child is whose. If you believe someone is your dad, then you are his son. If someone says you aren't my kids, then you ask him about his own father. I'll bet he can't answer. After all, it's either you believe me, or you believe the others.

    Ryotaro Sawagami: [looks at the kids] Who do you believe?

    Taro Sawagami: You, father.

    [all the kids raise their hands and shout in agreement]

  • Ochô: [pondering the bare stalk of a dead tree outside Hei's hovel] What kind of tree is this?

    Ochô: [lightly touches the dead tree trunk] It's no longer a tree when it's dead.