And just like that,
It was overnight, literally.
Friday night was just another silent night in the desert, the wind rocking me to sleep… but by Saturday night the hills were echoing with the sounds of techno music and screaming people.
The burners have arrived in force to claim their city. They’re beautiful and terrible.
Other DPWers had warned me about it before, and now I think I understand: after living out here for a month, working all the time to build this city, you start to have a sense of ownership. You really do own the place, for a while. Everyone knows each other; everyone contributes; everyone hangs out together and explores the skeleton of Black Rock City; but the horizons are still clear and the dust minimal.
And then suddenly, you are besieged by headlights, cars bearing excited people playing loud music. Before long, a man with a shirt and no pants walks by, and the next thing you know you’re wandering through a crowd of total strangers.
But they’re the best kind of strangers, really. At least, I like them pretty well. In fact, I like them enough that I just volunteered to build a city for us all to play in.
Welcome to the playa, Burning Man 2005…
PS! If you have any clear epoxy, bring it out to the installation at 6:15 and 600 feet (approx.) They need help.