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
09:30 car park ER 25.03.23
Run free
Holding you
A gasp warmth leaving
Me singing a French lullaby
Taken
Companion
Trusted friend
Comrade in arms outside unreasonably sunny
For so long ago
I believed in Angels
Sun hurting
My eyes
Slap on shades
Going Underground
Nothing registers
Just
Numb: the feeling of feeling no feeling.
numb
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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