tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073558827828312003.post6828536661736138295..comments2010-11-29T07:14:04.252-08:00Comments on The November Project 2010: Week 1, Day 3 (No Physical Contact)James Lawrence Slatteryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13129388323567218705noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073558827828312003.post-29671799025981900532010-11-05T19:41:51.627-07:002010-11-05T19:41:51.627-07:00Seems so. It's a saddening experience. I truel...Seems so. It's a saddening experience. I truely feel more alone, and away. I forgot the general comfort of touch. It is reassuring. But now I really experience things in my own. The few touches that would've meant nothing mean so much. I've become...appreciative.xJames Lawrence Slatteryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13129388323567218705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1073558827828312003.post-72844212891258562752010-11-05T12:27:34.373-07:002010-11-05T12:27:34.373-07:00Thats a curious set of observations. The starvatio...Thats a curious set of observations. The starvation of physical contact must make those brief skirmishes on the sides of your hands at work seem both exquisite, delicious or coarse.<br /><br />And absolutely, its the finer details in this world that turn an experience from the mundane to the extraordinary. <br /><br />You will have the senses equivalent to a hawk (of touch) before long...kingluxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15300239343478336551noreply@blogger.com