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

13 December 2025

 value-22.09.20

no

mirror

just close your eyes

feel your

POWER

feel your

BEAUTY

feel your

SOUL

from depth of underground

where poppies are the only light

art the only love

I see you shining

you could never stay

here

it’s dark

the judgements

like my shots

final

you’re too good

for us

for one

day

for one

night

I would

give

all      I have

the

theatre of pain

smiling like  a field of mannequins

in reality chambering round

in defence from reality

I  know what

you don’t


Value: he importance, worth, or usefulness of something  or someone

Your value


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