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
Gone-01.05.21
funeral pyres turn the Indian night into day
never wanted to be your part-time lover
I only wanted to be some kind of friend
Love
could never steal you from another
come to me
when you feel me
flee me when you don’t
feel me
love me when I am
Gone:no longer present; departed 2) completely high and/or intoxicated to a point of no return 3)lost in love/ cool /art/music
gone
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
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