People don't know the feeling of longing anymore.

Everyone's got cellphones, and became ubiquitous in another attempt to play god.

Along with the loss of this ability we've blinded all our different views of the world at its utmost beauty: its textures, its lights, its veins, its blood and the tears it sheds when, at the same time, the colors divide and irrupting from the ground to the sky they, once more, draw a path for wonder.