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
Echoes-07.07.21
Standing on the beach looking out to sea
Pieces of you in silver serving spoon
Echoes
Remember from dust you came to dust you shall return
Remember that you are dust and to dust you shall return(priest in low tones)
Echoes
Love you smochies!
I kiss the fine white ash tasting you
on my lips
one last time
freeing you shell to the wind and the sea
Echoes
Of
YOU
Echoes
Of US
Echoes
Revibrating
Echoes
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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