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

05 September 2021

 Stars-07.08.15-later

When I met 

You

You 

Belonged to no one

And 

everyone

The soul of a pink spider

 Morally Flexible and fluid

You 

kept saying you were tired of feeling crazy

when you broke 

I threw the pieces across the night sky

They sparkled and became 

Star: 1.)a fixed luminous point in the night sky which is a large, remote incandescent body 2) successful, and important person

thousands of stars

Ride far away from the city and look at the bright 

Stars you 

Are



knew you were a star 


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