It’s the sense of touch. 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.

There’s something inherently true about this, something which describes the rush of everyday life. There’s no time to stop, no time to feel and barely time to think. So little, that it’s easier to use prejudice and stereotypes in dismissing the people around rather than giving the individual the benefit of the doubt. Quite a shame … really … and unfair, terribly unfair. We are definitely not living in the century of the open mind … the human mind has been steadily opening until the Renaissance and until a bit after … reaching its peak and then closing in steadily until now … and will probably continue to close until the next implosion.