The thought of starting this series of rambles intimidates me very much. Burning Man means so many things to so many people, and I want to convey a description that encompasses every bit of excitement, companionship, generosity, and extreme decadence I witnessed in the desert. The only reason I don’t abandon hope for this post and simply answer questions as they come is because I don’t think it’s possible for anyone to ask the right questions without having attended himself.
This won’t be a chronological list of events, as some memories are much clearer than others. I went into Burning Man with no expectations, so I hope you will approach these tales likewise. My only goal in writing about this week is to articulate the awe and inspiration I felt while witnessing the collaborative efforts of 40,000+ minds. By doing so, I hope to convince many others to join me at future burns. Ideally, as I wrote on a leaf of a memor-tree in the deep playa, I want to run a camp of my own some day, preferably with a ridiculous theme and plenty of excess.
I have no schedule or structure for these writings. If there is anything specific you want to know about, please ask. If too much time passes between posts, prod me; I want to write about this just as much as you want to read about it, but there is only so much time in a day.
For now, though, my body stinks and my belly growls. It is time for the best way to start a day on any hedonistic voyage – a beer in the shower. For those of you who haven’t tried this blissful combination, find a shower with a window-ledge and crack open a cold one. Cheers!