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
Requiem for my lovely friend-08.03.22
I know
One way
To love
One way to fight
To the death(mine)
It’s been a year
my last words to you
Screamed across
The car park
Love you!
You answer
Smooches Love you
If I had known
I would never
See you again
I would just hold you as long as I could
Those arms always
Home (for this nomad)
Requiem especially in the Roman Catholic Church) a Mass for the repose of the souls of the dead.
requiem
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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