So I used to visit this amazing place each year, where I never slept, and ate a lotta grilled cheese sandwiches, and chilled grapes, and wandered in wonder at the amazing people, the brilliant fire, the love that exuded from every dusty orifice, and drank too much chai among the mummified cats at the Skinny Kitty, walked and walked and walked, but only because that one night I left my fuzzy glowing bicycle behind, o! o o O and the music and the art that we became, and climbed, and shared with all the dusty Burners. My heart is aching for you Black Rock City, even when your storms debilitate 50,000 people, and I hide behind an articulating bus forest, and smile at my dusty brethren, as I guzzle drop after drop of luxuriant water, because after all, we are living for about a weekish, in the middle of a desert barren and lost for much of the year.... O but how you are FOUND within the smoking steel that blasts flames for miles, and the dancers flow with the harmony of a flying flock, and fire fire Fire! can be seen from outer space but from my inner space I just wander in awe and in love trying to see it all, without actually trying to see ALL that strangers want to share. What I share is a Shocking Sprinkle, and grilled cheese sandwiches, a little taste of Home on the Playa.... our real home... and I always share a smile, because I cant help it. I am happy there. Dont get me wrong, I am happy here too, there is just nothing like it, BRC you are dearly missed by this one at least.... vimeo/74779709
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 12:31:01 +0000
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