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 November 2017

Saint Jill
All these years
I have carried you
today I
became you 
loving 
no one
nothing 
just death 
you remember 
her our 
favourite lover
caressing 
kissing
us
whilst 
we were high
knowing
we’d
flee 
to her 
when we came
down

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