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
Darkness-.o8.03.26
Long have I dwelt
Then came you
Green eyes flashing green eyes like sparklers wild wild hair shining
Underground
The bright light
Hurts my eyes
Accustomed to
Darkness and shadows
the cool darkness so comforting
The denizens this place welcoming and loving
My kind
Without dark how would you know light
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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