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Right now I find it’s hard to find words for anything—which is a problem for a Director of Communications. Many progressives like me in my home country of the United States are experiencing a great loss—not just the loss of an election, but perhaps it’s also the loss of our sense of self. Like the loss of a family member or a friendship that once meant everything, there are no words sufficient to describe it. It’s hard to put pen to paper when all I can feel is a hole in the deep cavity of my chest, this sore grinding jaw, shoulders that seem to reside in my ears, or perpetual hunger. Since November 9th 2016 my body has been ruled by tension and my mind continually races.
