For one glorious moment, I misread the title, removed one of the "t"s and wondered where the discussion would lead. Then I discovered it's about cutting cardboard.
Jeremy, ordinary life is matt grey.
Love is Technicolor with Velvia tendencies.
We get used to both, desensitized, and then discover it's all too late, that we are now nothing but plusses and minuses with a few numbers thrown in to relieve the monotony just enough to avoid self-cancellation.
Time heals all things by pulling the plug.