昨天坐上飞机到温哥华，路上一个同学在身旁喋喋不休的聊天，于是带上耳机，听歌，读书，改文章。再抬起头来的时候窗外已是黄昏了，云层之上的黄昏。视线顺着银白的机翼飘到灰白的云层，再往远处依次是浅蓝，深蓝，淡紫，粉红，淡红，靛蓝，然后就是一轮明月，悬挂在稀薄的空气里，清澈得透明。
出了机场我们五个合伙叫了一辆加长豪华礼车，乐呵呵的爬进去，打开一瓶陈年库藏威士忌，浩浩荡荡开到旅店。一路上欢声笑语，法国人教我们淫荡小调，美国人教我们do the hokey pokey.　可谓糜烂。
吃完晚饭跑到一个酒吧，叫犯罪室的，点了酒，坐着瞎聊。对女侍评头品足了一番之后，法国佬问我，你们班里有什么ppmm？我正皱着眉头想，旁边一个后生探过头来接岔，不就琪子姑娘。众人大笑，喈谀。我也跟着谗笑，一边庆幸脸居然没有红透。从来不知道怎样接受赞美，只是习惯一味否认。
回到旅馆还早，我抱着小苹果玩弄，一不小心鲍泊迪伦的歌从里面流淌了出来。顿时丧失一切阻挡力，呆呆坐在那里听着歌出神。这首歌有着不为人知的神秘力量，使人只想一味的陷下去，陷下去，渴望放弃一切。不可乱听，不可多听。
歌词大致如下：
大多数时候
我镇定自如
大多数时候
我脚踏实地
我能跟着路
读着标志
抓紧方向盘
随着拐弯
不管遇见什么
我都应对自如
我都不知道
她已经离去
大多数时候
听完了歌，爬上床，彻夜不眠。
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（翻得不好，原文如下）
Most of the time
Bob Dylan
Most of the time
I’m clear focused all around
most of the time
I can keep both feet on the ground
I can follow the path
I can read the sign
stay right with it
when the road unwinds
I can handle whatever
I stumble upon
I don’t even notice
that she’s gone
most of the time
Most of the time
it’s well understood
most of the time
I wouldn’t change it if I could
I can make it all match up
I can hold my own
I can deal with the situation
right down to the bone
I can survive
and I can endure
I don’t even think
about her
most of the time
most of the time
my head is on straight
most of the time
I’m strong enough not to hate
I don’t build up illusion till it makes me sick
I ain’t afraid of confusion no matter how thick
I can smile in the face of mankind
I don’t even remember
what her lips felt like on mine
most of the time
most of the time
she ain’t even in my mind
I wouldn’t know her if I saw her
she’s that far behind
most of the time
I can’t even be sure
if she was ever with me
or if I was ever with her
most of the time
I’m halfway content
I know exactly where it all went
I don’t cheat on myself
I don’t run and hide
hide from the feelings that are buried inside
I don’t compromise and I don’t pretend
I don’t even care if I ever see her again
most of the time