ºçdlçd
There is a sense of urgency in every city, have you noticed? People walk on by, always headed somewhere, never a moment to spare, no time to stop.
Wonder if they really had to stop. Were forced to stop on their tracks by some misterious natural force that would incapacitate all that urgency.
Instead of the swine flu, cities would be invaded by stop signs.
Stop! Stop! Don't walk! Stop now! Stop right now! Stop and listen.
And what would you listen? If you stopped alone, you would surely listen to the urgency of everyone else around you. Steps, voices, screams, the rattle of bags, the roaring of the traffic, words rattling in the wind.
But what if everyone else had also stopped? What would you listen? The beating of your own heart? Someone else's throbbing blood pulsing in their frozen veins? Would you be afraid? Would you be mesmerized? Would you want to run or reach out your arm and touch your fellow stopped a few paces away? And what would you tell them?
Stop and listen! Stop and see me! Stop and acknowledge my presence! Stop, for god's sake, just STOP!
lsdlfk
"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."
Crash
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