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 September 2020

 Nod.09.09.20

see your lips move

music from some different world

Pink Spider

infecting

my soul

keep talking

I am nodding along

I am on my nod

Nod: is an act of recognition and respect that is accomplished by raising and lowering your head (nodding)when you see an acquaintance in a public place 2) high. Your neck goes limp and your head just slumps down on your shoulder and just nods at things seen and unseen be4cause you’re betwixt worlds

pink spider venom surging 

taking you

morphing


you

until

you a

aren’t

you

quit talking

I’ll take

you

there

can’t hear

just

nod

YES


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