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.
我躺在床上...腦子停不下來...
Indeed, it really crashed into my heart !
It's real!
You will judge me or you will understand me ? You will berate me or you will comfort me ? You will hurt me or you will protect me ? You will abandon me or you will love me ? You will kill me or you will liberate me ?