Catalogue of ignorance
It feels uneasy, writing in cursive once more,
but the more I see now, the more I see who I am.
But, as someone wiser than me once stated:
every few years, we think to ourselves we’re finally starting to get it,
contrary to our whole lives before that point in time,
when of course the reality is
that it’s just our ignorance,
reshaping itself,
disguising itself,
so we can feel better about ourselves.
Neat parlour trick, evolution.
I’m now making a catalogue
of all my ignorance
worthy to share
with the rest of the world.
Enjoy.