By touch we are betrayed and betray others … an accidental brushing of shoulders or touching of hands … hands laid on shoulders in a gesture of comfort that lies like a thief, that takes, not gives, that wants, not offers, that awakes, not pacifies. When one flesh is waiting, there is electricity in the merest contact.

– Wallace Stegner –

It doesn’t matter what you do…

so long as you change something

from the way it was before you touched it

into something that’s like you

after you take your hands away.

– Ray Bradbury –

Ph : James Wilde