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.
How heartbreaking. I can understand Archer and Ellen so well. The so-called age of innocence was suffused with manacles, hypocrisy, apathy and filthy. However, it was indeed an innocent and pure time because true love and companionship did exist.