Creative as we were, the people became worn down by touchlessness and also something else. The touchlessness we mourned. The loss of the something else, however, was harder to mourn because the thing that was gone was harder to name. We had many words for what was missing: vibes, energy, warmth, presence. The people had always known it was there but, like most things, it became more evident in its absence. Feeling the lack and not understanding its nature, the people dreamed and imagined, but no matter what we tried, it was always "not the same." In time, the people learned to accept imperfection, knowing this way of living was unsustainable but choosing to believe in our resilience and our ability to live imperfectly for as long as was required that we might save ourselves. By accident and on purpose, our individual lives became one. That is: the many lives of the individual shared time and space and also, the many lives of individuals shared time and space. And in this...
Well, at least two.