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.