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
Parfum-05.07.23
Parfum-05.07.23
Remember
Us(? Mickey and Mallory/Sid and Nancy )
Surfing in Sweden
tic tac toe
Strange beauty
In the queue when
A bottle of perfume in hand
Falls to the ground(it shattered an abstract of my soul/heart)
It hits me like a bullet( I know the feeling too well)you don’t need it anymore or anything else
For evermore
stagger outside //(blinding light/heat)
Talking to clouds and Angels
I can still smell your human perfume
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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