"Love is an abstract noun, something nebulous. And yet love turns out to be the only part of us that is solid, as the world turns upside down and the screen goes black."
Sorta...yes. Was thinking about the concept of the unbearable lightness of being...and how strangely real it can be at times. I think this speaks to that. If love is the only solid...then what exactly is a solid? *Scratches head*
Happy conundrum for the week!