There's something called the Cadiz pipeline that could potentially drain every aquifer in the Mojave to continue supplying water to industrial farms and coastal cities like LA and San Diego.

Given that Star and I were displaced from those exact cities, well, it's complicated! We now have nowhere to go if the water runs out, and it's getting harder and harder to reconcile the world even within our spiritual framework. It feels, sometimes, like we're marching towards inevitable death, and settlers say things like "well, shouldn't you just move?"

Because your entire existence is predicated on running from your problems, and making them someone else's problem. And when those problems follow you, instead of learning, you just repeat the cycle and leave again.

All there is to do is hope that we can inspire folks here to plant trees, that some of the microclimate rainfall patterns will return if we do a good enough job, and to hold our breath and wait. This isn't apathy: the pipeline is going through, they've successfully hopped the environmental reviews they were supposed to go through and gotten approval. We're choosing to focus on what we can do, and on doing the best we can do, rather than spending our time running. This is going to happen everywhere eventually -- maybe we'll be an example of a way to resist, or maybe we'll be the first to perish. Only time will tell I guess!

And while this may be written in melodramatic language a bit, just know that this is very real, and not the least bit an exaggeration of what we're really facing out here.