Walking towards the Man in the darkness, Lyn said “Can we veer over in this direction? I want to see that … that … thing. It looks like an interesting thing.”
They all do. We veered, and were confronted by a large circular structure with an impossible number of doors in. How many were there? 12? 20? 30? We didn’t count, instead focusing on the fact that there was nothing to distinguish one door from another – or what happened when you chose one over another.
There was nothing to do but choose … and hope. We each picked different doors and walked in.
Inside, the back of each door was beautifully printed with an image of one of the Tarot deck’s major arcana, along with the card’s name and a brief description. Lyn had walked in through The Devil. I had walked in through Death.
We shivered, looked at the center of the room – a kind of contemplative shrine – and then examined the beautiful artwork on the doors. Because having just come in randomly, we now had to deliberately choose which way to exit.
The choice was relatively easy for me. Lyn, however, was giving it great deliberation. “I’ll see you outside,” I said at last.
She nodded, I opened my door, and was through. The desert air was still warm – it was a beautiful night.
Waiting, I looked around at some of the other blinking/shinning/fiery/musical art pieces that people were dancing around, without too much interest. I’ve always had a take it or leave it attitude towards playa art that tries to stun you with visual effects, and a strong preference for playa art that asks you to make relevant choices. I had just finished the thought when I saw Lyn, having chosen her exit, walking around the circular building looking for me.
We proceeded to the Man. “I knew you’d choose the Magician,” she said as we walked. “Guess what I chose?” Read more »