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A post I wrote several months ago on (more like, against) expertise and how the discourse on expertise is carried out in today's late...

A post I wrote several months ago on (more like, against) expertise and how the discourse on expertise is carried out in today's late capitalistic society:

https://www.jouissance.net/illusion-of-expertise/

A poem from last year:~My Heart~What am I afraid of? My heart, the fountain of misery.It fails me, betraying me of myself.Only to incur more...

A poem from last year:

~My Heart~

What am I afraid of?
My heart, the fountain of misery.
It fails me, betraying me of myself.

Only to incur more of melancholy.
It brings love, during moments rough.
Hah, my sweet heart:
Isn't love just a labyrinth of anxiety?
It brings hope, to eyes sore.

Oh, bless those eyes,
Will they ever again be sleepy?
I still go on, as a system of scars.
And in the jungle of memories,
I venture the labyrinths each night,
Struggling to count the stars.