I seem to be going through the stages of grief backwards — on the night I accepted what had just happened, then the next day went into a kind of numbness, then I found myself getting very depressed, almost on the verge of tears, very briefly bargained (even though of course I think the whole idea of faithless electors (which people seem to think can still happen — how can it?) is naive and dangerous and even wrongheaded), and felt angry the next, and now, having gone off my newsfeeds since Saturday night and refusing to engage anymore with the news and discussions or post-mortems (because it is still possible for me, living where I now do, to cocoon myself against all that), to my own surpriseI find myself rewatching old Bernie Sanders videos from the primaries as if we were still in an earlier time, or as if that were the alternate reality I am constructing for myself to live in (and it is so easy to cocoon myself against the real  — what was that German film — Goodbye Lenin — where the boy edits old East German newsreels and plays concocted news to his bedridden mother, so that she would not find out the Berlin Wall has fallen and believes they are still living in the old order — )