Dealing with wedding stuff is a bit of a double-edged sword - it seems that divorcees are expected to either burn it all on the front lawn, tears silently coursing down their faces, or keep the stuff, shrine-like, concealed somewhere in their homes.

I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky, And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon.

Pundits talk about 'populist rage' as a way to trivialize the anger and fear coursing through the middle class.