Touch.
But not a screen, not a virtual button; not to zoom in a bunch of pixels, not to turn on some device.
Touch me, my skin. A touch that won’t leave a mark except but in you.
Today we spent so many hours, so many touches; we touched out of necessity and with no necessity at all… but we touched our screens. And we’ll do it again tomorrow.
We touch the bright and blue light of that square shaped world in our hands. It feels cold to our fingers and stiff to our palms. So let’s commiserate and give them a break, some rest, some warmth.
Let’s remember that our touch has the power to rush the blood and spark electricity – no charger needed. 
So just touch. A simple touch.