It's the sense of touch.
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.
....Captured from the opening of "Crash".
Any feelings?
Mine is..
Cherish the friends around you and love the people who love you.
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