I finally managed to return to The Slabs five years after I first visited, intending to meet some new faces, and to catch up with a place that is forever shifting and evolving. Set within California’s Sonoran Desert and with the majority of it’s residents being nomadic by nature, it makes for a place that swells during the cooler winter months and boils down to only the truly committed during the searing desert summer heat.
It’s a fascinating place that has a special place in my heart, the outsiders view of it maybe as a haven for burnouts and methheads but if you dig beneath the surface you find people that have found the freedom that most of us could only dream of. The initial visual of the place might be hard to get past for some, but once you do, you find a community that is more freethinking, friendly and together than most others I’ve been to.
"THAT'S WHAT KEPT ME HERE - THAT INTENSE FEELING OF LOVE"
"WE SHOULD COMFORT THE DISTURBED AND DISTURB THE COMFORTABLE"
“NON ARE MORE HOPELESSLY ENSLAVED THAN THOSE WHO FALSELY BELIEVE THEY ARE FREE”
"I WAS HOMELESS UNTIL I FIGURED OUT IT'S REAL, THERE'S 'HOUSELESS' WHERE YOU DON'T HAVE A BOX TO PUT YOUR SHIT"
"THIS IS WHO WE ARE WE CAN'T CHANGE IT"