Who Is My Neighbor? (Crash)

“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 think we miss that touch so much we crash into each other just so we can feel something.” Those are the opening lines from theContinue reading “Who Is My Neighbor? (Crash)”