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

24 February 2015

24.02.15
You feel so familiar
I can’t see your face from here
I think I know you
Your humour
Your heart
Your voice
I can’t see your face from here
That bar where my friend danced?
Déjà vu when we speak
I can’t see your face from here
That dive with great martinis?
I can’t see your face from here
Have we awoken to each other?
I can’t see your face from here
An adventure?
You  see,I am not great with names
I can’t see your face from here



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