After the election -- leaden, swollen and empty -- I walked on

— -- The morning after the election, I wrote to a friend, "I'm so devastated I can barely love."

The last word was a typo. I'd meant to write "move." After I read the line, I realized that the word "love" worked too. I was numb. Angry. All the stages of grief mixing together and battling for expression.

To me, the election results were less about the candidates than what the candidates revealed about we, the people. About who counted and who didn't. All those fears we chew over in the dark, all those unspeakable dialogues we imagine are happening, confirmed en masse, right there on the evening news.