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I’ve spent the last few months trying to figure out what I’m feeling — it’s not apathy, although the reality of the electoral college makes me feel alienated from the concept of American democracy. It’s not fear, exactly, because I know what Trump will do, and I have a good idea of how the next four years will play out, and I know how much work will need to happen to protect those vulnerable to his policies. What I’m feeling, it’s flat and banal, enormous and expanding.