vealpen Z

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

03 October 2022

 Sssh-03.10.22

No words

Touch, taste smell

All I need

Night skies

You show

A crab (a sensual obsession)

Gods

Goddesses

Goats

Dogs

Man in a boat

Like us made of stars

The way waves kiss the beach

We will swim


rien dire: say nothing

rien dire





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