There's a limit to how long I can hang around an artist commune. Turns out it's about five days. Then the social structure, politics and individual personality quirks start to bug me.
This afternoon I packed up and made a supply run to Brawley. When I returned to the Slabs I moved to a different neighborhood. Far enough from the big RVs (which are fewer as the season is winding down), and hostile-looking compounds, and trashy spots, and yapping dogs.
I'll stay in Slab City a few more days and then decide whether I want to stay longer or move on.