It's the sense of touch.
what?
In any real city you walk, you know?
You brush past people, People bump into you
In L.A. nobody touches you.
We're always behind this metal and glass.
I think we miss that touch so much.
That we "Crash" into each other, Just so we can feel something.
You guys ok?
I think he hit his head.
You don‘t think that's true? ture? ture?
She's been my friend for ten years. ha. ha..
All right, honey. Feel better
I'll be there soon
I love you,
I love you too.