Pedestrian overpass over Figueroa Alcorta avenue in Buenos Aires. December 20th, 2011.
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 the touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.
—Crash (movie 2004)