Other Hands

'I don't tingle anymore. I used to. To tingle. Everything I feel, feels like it's in my hands. Rest of me's totally...numb.' In a world of systematic, high-speed technology, some people expect to live life as efficiently as the machines they depend on...and when a machine breaks down, there is usually someone with the skills to fix it. But in an age where things that don't work and can't be mended are thrown away, what do we do with something as human and messy as love?