Well, looks like this brief experiment might already be coming to a close. The police came through today and busted up our entire village, giving everybody just 10 minutes to grab what mattered most before the bulldozers rolled up. Our entire lives. Our homes. Gone.
Which means I’ve got just two options left. One would mean a life that even I can’t lie my way through. The other means joining up. So that’s what I’m gonna do. Enlist with the Force. They say that if you can make it through basic at Camp Veritas, you’ll have a home for the rest of your life.
I guess it’s supposed to be ironic since every Scab ends up a Mag and a Mag’s life expectancy these days is shorter than my photography career… But like I said, what choice do I have? Hopefully they’ll at least let me hold on to my camera. At least that way, this blog can still be my home away from home.
