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

25 June 2016

25.06.16-alone
I was
born alone
I will
die alone
I trip
every world
or
on fire
is dead
rumour-
sun shines
I know 
not
if not 
fine
can’t go home
they incinerated it
 feeling  you
so strong 
tonight
I won’t
sleep alone
Flaming dead worlds
fuck ’em
you’re
My world tonight

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