I wrote this in a recent letter to mom, and it was worthy of saving. Use it ~~only for good~~ as you will.
I once likened this era to living on an active and volatile volcano.
Now, I compare it to living inland in Tokyo, while Godzilla, Ghidorah and Megalon are fighting each other downtown by the bay. Things appear okay in my day to day life, but every once in a while, a chunk of skyscraper, uncoupled trolley or piece of freeway intersection arcs above and smashes the local deli, crushing some homes as it rolls to a stop. Titans rumble above us and we can only watch in horror and hope it stops before we get crushed, ourselves.
The flip side to this is an escalation of break-ups that happen on or around Valentine's Day every year, since the holiday encourages those en-coupled to have serious conversations with themselves about their relationship and if they actually like where they are and with whom. Surprise! Not so much.
Valentines day is about the tragedy of romance, either not having it or not getting it or finding out it was wrong all along.
And day-after chocolate sales.