Treasure Island

Harley White

In Touch Technology

O hap haptic
Touch screen.
They've made me
A touchable
3D TV.

Touch and go.

Touch off.
Touch on.
Touch box.
Touch type.

Touch screen vote.

Touch mark.
Touch piece.
Touch stone.
Touch tone.

Touch a chord.

Touch light.
Touch hole.
Touch goal.
Touch pad.

Midas touch.

Touch up.
Touch down.
Touch base.
Touch wood.

Touch bottom.

Tactual touch.
Touch modality.
Feel, feeling.

What's not
There to
Be touched.

Touch dégagé.

Live and die
Out of touch

Touched in the head.

Noli me tangere.
Touch me not.

Losing touch.
Losing the sense of it.
Losing my touch.

What touches

What is
The fabric
Of this

Touch me.
Touch me soon.

I am alone.

(September 2010-Granada, Spain)

Submitted: Sunday, August 21, 2011
Edited: Sunday, August 21, 2011

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