“Every other week I need a new address.
Landlord landlord landlord clean up this mess.”
Sliding Back 2 the Base just ahead of the storm winds, suddenly there’s no distraction and nowhere else to go, so the repressed opinions and emotions finally have to be addressed. Spilling about that would be awkward at the least; possibly immoral.
So I will note that the ancient sacred lyric is not only apropos to the present moment, but it also refers to the theoretical curing power of the 14-day stay limit, as found in most national forests and state parks and even BLM lands.
There are ways to live rent-free on ‘our’ public lands, and even as an anarcho-primitivist I’m in favor of the Every Other Week rule, because it enforces a migratory mode of existence. For the people that disagree, there are the LongTerm Visitor Areas down in the Mojave. Beyond even that, there is Slab City, as there should be.
There’s not enough of every option, but they are a good start.