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

01 March 2015

01.03.15
I miss the ritual 
The snow monkeys
Resume’s that were sketches, chord’s
And scars
Now 
We both have too many 
Initial’s 
Behind our names
The known was bounded by Tompkins Park, St Mark’s commons
You took me to rotaway beach 
Pointed at the lights and said that’s where you’re 
From
Across the ocean 
I just kissed 
Sick days and all the rest
Just noise 
Your kiss always told me everything

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