I just mention this because the image has stuck with me for the last month since it happened: we were playing a slow song, the floor was full of couples—the technical term for this kind of song is a “buckle polisher.” Everyone was snuggling, kissing, whispering in the other’s ear as they danced. I noticed a young woman, swaying with her arms wrapped over her man’s shoulders. Talking on her cell phone. Reach out and touch someone, indeed.