To anyone who has taken the time to read my ridiculously sporadic blog, thank you. I apologize if you returned to find a static environment. There is so much to learn and time seems to be compressing. No excuses though, I need to focus.
I failed to post in August entirely as it was a busy month. The pinnacle of that busy-ness was my virginal (not vaginal) experience of the Burning Man Project in the Black Rock Desert of Nevada.
Most attendees are at a loss to describe the experience in words, those that try … fail miserably.
Watch me fail.
To me, Burning Man is a Vegas, Mardi Gras, Halloween, Carnival, Circus, Rave, Artshow, Bike Rally, Masquarade, University, Healing Party for urbanites in a neanderthal style.
My new motto: What doesn’t kill you will force you to live more artfully.
Did I mention fun? OMG … if you can’t find something fun here you should be in a pine box.
Did I mention a lot of work? Yep, it is a lot of work, especially the long drive (Canadian West Coast.)
Did I mention the value? Immense value, impossible to calculate.
One of the most enjoyable parts of BM was diversity. The innumerable ways people found to accomplish the same basic tasks like: shelter, nourishment, libation, transport (just the bike decorating/lighting alone demonstrated our uniqueness in full colour), and clothing.
Burning Man is a delicious interactive spectacle of diversity.
I’m not sure what more I can say without watering it down … after a couple days we made pacts to limit our seemingly continual use of the words, “wow” and “cool.” We failed.
I must continue compression of my Self into the confines of “normal” society but hereby pledge to be far more consistent in writing posts to Twilight Futures.
Namaste,
Sensate
