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
You look like rain-24.07.22
losing war
not a hot war
just a Cold War
Fagged and shagged I stumble into bodega stagger into
Stumbled
Walking these streets
Cigarette soggy in the rain
Needing a fix or a dream
Nobody’s going to save
Me soul
ainn’t got one
I stumble into a bodega point at the cigarettes slide crumpled bills the young clerk (I was that young yesterday, next year)
She speaks
tu ressembles à la pluie
head scarf, smoky eyes
accent say Algiers (land of Camus)
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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