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December 12, 2015
The little boy looks at his mother for approval, any positive sign--a wink, a kind face, a smile. Why is it we need to see someone's face when we talk to them? Someone can always mask emotions in their voice, so the telephone is not a running candidate in this imaginary contest he's concocting. Not even computers. Not handwritten letters. Faces, he's going for faces. Skin, warmth, friction. We're not talking about the little boy anymore. We're talking about him. Him. If you don't know him now then there's no reason for you to attempt doing so. Too late.