This seems to sum up how I feel.
It is probably an ill-advised gesture to write about feelings that occurred on Friday morning. I have typed it and hastily reread it, but I am sure there will be errors in grammar and logic. I post it rapidly before I lose faith in it. Hopefully this is clearly not about all campaigners on one side or the other, but with so much read into everything on the referendum, I am sure some will take offence where it is not meant.
I have woken up cross, bothered, bewildered and worried after elections, but I’ve never had the same sense of confusion as I had when I woke this Friday after the referendum. I was in the same place where I had fallen asleep, but the territory felt utterly changed.
It was the increasingly pungent stench of snake oil that made the last few weeks of the BREXIT campaigning so dizzying.
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