Burning Man Exhibit B

As all good things must come to an end, so must Burning Man. I thought it would be fun to let the lid off creative self-expression, and put it out there. They're not me, just my thoughts. I found it interesting to learn of people having sex in plain daylight. Out on the playa. Just walking around, and "Oh, there's two people having sex right there in front of me." Ok, not my cup of tea, but I understand, when in such a surreal setting, one might be more willing to engage in certain activities deemed anti-social in the real world. This was not the type of experience I was looking for at Burning Man. I simply wanted to be 'ok' around all sorts of people, no matter what they're up to. Granted, my experience may have been a bit muted comparatively, but I got what I got. My campsite was meant to be at 7:30 and D. There was a rumour that the camp was not there, but I was hopelessly hoping it wasn't true. After an hour and a half of finding main camp and its bulletin boards, another 1/2 hour of getting to the computers, a final attempt at getting the info I was searching for: Diva's Garden location. I had already graciously received two invitations to join a group, if |my attempts to find my own proved fruitless. Score! "Diva's Garden is close to 7 and G!!!!! Now it's 7:30.* I pause a moment to watch several people attempt to climb a 30' obelisk, topped with a earth-shaped wire globe, trapping several others at the monument's apex. One of them is naked, and I'm thinking "damn that would hurt if he fell."

* To avoid any 'who's on first' comedy sketches, time at Burning Man denotes both a spatial location of camps to organize, and assert a bit of control over chaos, and the time we've created to separate day, from day and year to year.