Back from the desert, like every other Bay Area dork worthy of the name.
I sort of had fun. I was a bit quiet, the burns didn’t excite me much: living here for longer meant a lot of it was, well, a bit too contextualised for me. It didn’t seem as earth-shatteringly weird as previously. I tried to participate, but I’m too clumsy and this year, I didn’t have the social wherewithall to comply with whatever it is that Burning Man demands.
Next year, though…