This is kinda like how I feel about my Kindle and when people say “If it’s not a paperback, it’s not a book.”
The name's Jade. I put a baby in Natalie Portman.
She was experiencing the same odd happiness and odd sadness as then. The sadness meant: we are at the last station. The happiness meant: we are together. The sadness was form, the happiness content. Happiness filled the space of sadness.
‘The Unbearable Lightness of Being’
by Milan Kundera