Find Your Way

FICTION: Can you recall a time when people loved you unconditionally?
The DMZ has become a tool now, I've realized. Like a camera. I use it and warp it to do what I want it to and display it the way I wish. I've started and successfully kept up a sect in the city that I have simply named Photo Club. Lot of kids interested, and It's comforting leading these people.
I've also looked into the Armed Forces for the Country very seriously. I met with an officer in his home yesterday. I was expecting an overanxious recruiter but recieved a calm and very, very influencial human being.

I took a stroll the other day down James Street outside the DMZ to a forgotten swampland that was once used as an AA Launch location. You can still see the indentations of the Frog 77 Missile Launchers, when their supermassive tires dug deep into the mud. I got lost in the beauty; it was hard to believe people died out there. Everything seemed so neutral I almost allowed myself the thought that the world isn't coming to an end.

Things are confusing now, but I'm so certain I can do it, that even the blind can see my shine on.

FACT: I love school. I love the book Life of Pi by Yani Mantel and it's message, and I love the photography studio and everything about it. Every club calls on my skills and it's fun feeling wanted. Photo club currently has over 50 people signed up for it, and it is not even recognized as a legit club by the administration. Hahhhh.

I'm thinking about joining the Marines for photography. Beside the physical aspect, I have pluses and minuses. Plus I'd be taking photos, minus I'd be away and fighting. and there really is no way to ensure your position in the Marine Core because if they need a soldier, you're it, even if you didn't sign up for it.

That, is what scares me.

"So it goes in one ear, and right out the other."

Dug In

FICTION: Things rise and fall like the tide's ever present waves to the Western Docks. I finally caught the bug in the DMZ. Everyone gets it, and it either cripples you, or you build up an immunity to the disease and continue. I had an amazing time up North; managed to hook up a few photo shoots with some models as well as see some old friends and reminisce. I also have a photography job on the outskirts this weekend, and tonight. Things are rising an falling.

I often think of the homeless in the DMZ as of late. It depresses me as they silently drift through the city in their run down government vehicles, and eventually stop bothering to take classes and just accept this city to be there home until the government rejects them for living off of it. I want to see what I can do to help them.

That's all I got for now. A PSA from the Gangsters on Lower 5th was created and the local government told me to broadcast it here, simply because they find it funny. It's supposed to be a warning.

FACT: It's not that bad here. Day in day out, I really am starting to fall into a rut and just live. It's crazy though, my rut is concentrating all of it's power into leaving this place a year from now. Going off to some faraway state to study something so I can eventually recontribute to society. The process of college applications and senior year in general is a different feel. Teaches you how much can change in one year.

The below photograph was taken as I strolled through the forest. I found this dug into the ground. Amazing what you see when you're looking for the unseen.