Graham has just crashed.
The car is now stopped.
This is what he says:
“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 that we can feel
something.”
This monologue tells us how apart and against each other diferent cultures are and that we contact on porpuse with each other just so that we have someone
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