Headlight

800px-Sunrise_Lens_FlareSunday night, after dark, I’m walking down 4 o’clock towards the Esplanade.  Deep in unpleasant thoughts, lost in my head already, as I sometimes get at Burning Man.

From the opposite direction, a young woman rides her bike towards me.  I can barely see her in the glare of her headlights.

As we pass each other she calls out “You know you’re going the wrong direction!”

I try to see her, but darkness and light are all I get.  “Which direction should I be going?” I call back.

“All of them!” she shouts, without a moment’s hesitation, and then is gone.

 

 

About the author: Caveat Magister

Caveat is not a Burning Man spokesman, and his opinions are his own. A Necklace Factory Award winner, Caveat is a member of the Bureau of Needless Bureaucracy, an honorary member of BMIR's staff, and served as the Volunteer Coordinator for Media Mecca from 2008 - 2013. He has been coronated Prince of the Dark Unicorn, and is the author of the short story collection A Guide to Bars and Nightlife in the Sacred City, which has nothing to do with Burning Man. He has finally got his email address caveat (at) Burningman (dog) org working again. He tweets, occasionally, as @BenjaminWachs

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