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

04 December 2021

 She was Nico? -19.11.21

Her canvas was herself 

anything/ anyone

So very lonely

Intimidating  

too many 

siren’s call

I was deep underground

 cocktail cacogenics and coffee

Lost in a dream (dreams will come)

I heard her a voice like single malt scotch)

This morning 

Driving blind

Desperately

Wantonly

No hello

No goodbye 

Just NOW

She was Nico?






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