Ongoing sporadic journal of the overeducated, and underemployed. The title derived from Coupland’s description of cubicle land; the corporate ghetto. Random photos and thoughts. Left the ghetto, never happier. This still a work in progress

27 January 2015

27.01.15
I think of you
Your eyes
It’s a day’s work 
Looking into them
I see who you used to be
Who you’ve become 
People in-between
I see you changing as I watch
Speaking to me in the silence
When you look back 
What do you see?
Who I was?
Who I am?
Are you attracted?
Are you frightened?
Are you repulsed?
Can you see me?
Do you care?
Your eyes 
It’s a day’s work looking into them

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