Unsent letter #47
To the corporate jobber with a faraway gaze
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I see you for the fiftieth time and wonder, What the hell are you doing here?
It’s not because your work falls flat.
In fact, the work you show me, is smooth like river rocks. There is care in its making, a touch of personality even — a riff here in the content, a flourish there in the presentation.
But something is missing. A sparkle. A kind of dazzle that cannot come from more polishing
