01-10-2009
- It's the sense of touch.
- What?
- 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 guess we miss that touch so much that we crash into each other just so we can feel something.
Crash
Sunday, April 4, 2010
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