Human tragedy doesn't get the rich accolades it deserves; personal tragedy lesser so. It feels like a perpetual hyper-caffeined beatles song.

Life is never as real as it is in a tragedy; the view is never as focussed, the pain is never as acute, the smells are never as evocative, the sounds never less immaterial. You never love someone as much as you do when you hate them; a funny tuft of hair never as much an object of focussed disgust; a single line in a song never as varied and a mosquito never as annoying.

And the posts are never as good :)