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

07 December 2019

Melancholy-06.12.19
Ring-a-ring-a-rosies
A rosy rash, they allege, was a symptom of the plague,
A pocket full of posies
Some diseases require a lifetime to perfect
awaking
Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause 2) also everything imaginable and coming down                                                                                                                                                                          
A pocket full of posies
Posey: small bouquet of flowers, was supposed to help ward it off

Falling
further
ashes ashes we all fall down
falling
Ashes ashes we all fall down’s ashes the burning corpses
underground black
 We all fall down: deaths from the plague 2) when you come down
NyQuil : the nighttime, sniffling, sneezing, aching, coughing, stuffy-head, fever, so you can rest medicine. 2) last ditch treatment  for being dope sick.

Melancholy

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