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

10 March 2015

10.03.15

From the cathedral 

Of

Rare earths’ 

and

Sand my friend

Calls 

me in the underground

Promises 
That above the sun still shines

my friend rings off

puts on 

a zucchetto

and 

leads the ritual of 

zeros and ones

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