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
just empty-23.10.24
03:00 wake in sweat
reaching for me pistol
This is not my survival alarm
I realise
call last year this time and day
You had left the building
first love
first face I saw
still miss you
kiss the blue saint for me.
it’s been a year I have no words
just empty place
Empty ;containing nothing; not filled or occupied.
just empty
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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