" Toulouse is to lose.
Good on us,

That one never lied
And said it’s still alive.
A full life is a series
Of incompletions.
Whole with holes.
Entirely fragmented.
Carrying one-days,
Sentences,
Old lovers,
And looks.
Absolutes turn men and women

Into machines that need

Numbers to work.

But people were never meant to work
Just to live. "

― Karl Kristian Flores , The Goodbye Song