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

11 September 2015

11.09.15
the day the world changed
I was trying, to 
 Pull, and run figures
Throw up some reports
La Notasha ran to me
Crying pulling me took me to the monitors 
She held me arm shuddering and sobbing
Planes where falling from the skies
the day I changed
Angelica sent me a message
That turned into a second that turned into thousands
Two attacks 
one on building’s
one on my heart

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