The next 50 years

 Sitting in a parking lot of a hiking trail after being copped out of the last squatting spot.  I knew we couldn't just stay, Dan didn't agree and so we wound up there again.  It's frankly extremely  challenging to find parking.  You can see there used to be spots everywhere, and they're all blocked off with rocks or concrete barriers or giant locked gates.  The whole atmosphere of hostility here is making me feel defensive and solitudinous. When I go to shops, people just seem miserable.  One place we were at, they were smiling and relaxed and it was like a breath of fresh air. I don't remember if this was normal back east, but it just seems so depressed and self centered here.  Dan says this lot is reserve land, that's interesting.  I would rather deal with a first nations person, but it'll be a cop no matter what, guaranteed. I'm hoping nobody cares enough. What happened at the last spot was overstaying our welcome plus setting out chairs ...

 November 11th 2023 Gotta leave gabriola and can't come back till january.  Don't want to anyway, it's a shitty place for us. We aren't rich enough, old enough or connected enough. It's clear this place is quite hostile.  I really did know it would be, although not how it would be. I am not surprised, though I am saddened to see how it is here.  The hatred is deep and owns the law and the law hounds houseless people around like rats. You need permission from someone to exist?  I don't know.  I just know I can't go anywhere else.  I get so scared, though.  Terrifed of how deep this takes me. Do I wind up homeless on the street here in a year?  Dan still keeps trying to insist he's above the law because he doesn't respect it, and I keep having to outline how that attitude has put us in this situation, how I can't work legit work, travel across the border, own a bank account, and etc. He is responsible for this and can't seem to grok the concept...