They spoke the same language yet could no longer communicate.

The fire was all consuming.

Free from the tyranny of technology her mood lightened that weekend in the woods.

We celebrated Independence Day by moving to Canada.

Like a junky who'd gone too long without a score Jane was sick of technology but unable to go on without it.

He wondered if all his creativity had finally dried up like paint left on a palette too long. 

Their voices rang out in unison but still no one listened.