depressing things
Reality does kind of suck. Money, traffic and petroleum seem to rule the day. It makes me sad to know that this is not the only solution. Waking up to the challenge of keeping beverages cold never seemed so good. Knowing that I needn’t keep a schedule or worry that mine hinders others. Walking around in what I feel comfortable in and resting at a burn barrel after midnight. Getting in touch with how the moon moves across the sky. Knowing how rain really smells. Oh how I miss these things!
I know it might seem as if I obsess about this whole Burning Man thing… I do. It changed my perspective on a system that I already was skeptic of. I see just as in the film from the early 20th Century, METROPOLIS, that we are part of a breathing machine.



No, that is not why I want to be back. It was about the people. The way the mornings felt and the way the evenings felt. I actually felt human there, alive. Not just a person on earth but I felt connected to the planet that birthed me and I felt privileged just to be able to watch.