Late at night, when the rest of my household is asleep, I always wish to be back on the playa. I miss the array. The amazing wonder, the beauty, and the magic.
I am a burner. I arrive in Black Rock on Monday, in total awe and wonder.
I am a virgin burner no more. I rang the bell and screamed it to the heavens.
I am a burner. I wear nothing but a bra and underwear and butterfly wings, and that’s okay.
I am a burner. I drink lots of water (or rather don’t drink enough) and I piss clear.
I am a burner. I am not afraid of the porta-potties anymore. When you gotta go you gotta go.
I am a burner. I love my neighbors, and share my extra food with them.
I am a burner. I get excited with shiny things.
I am a burner. I get turned on by soft furry clothing, especially at night.
I am a burner. I get excited when I can’t see five feet in front of me due to a major white out. It feels like I am on a different planet, more-so than normal.
I am a burner. El Wire, Glowsticks, and Blinkies are a staple and a neccecity, not a novelty.
I am a burner. 2007 was my first year, and it sure as hell won’t be my last.
I am a burner. I watched performers from all around the world do what makes their heart beat fast.
I am a burner. I think of the Man as a symbol of hope, love and spirituality. A father figure who watches over us all.
I am a burner. I cried when the man burned when he wasn’t supposed to on Monday.
I am a burner. I cried when the man burned when he was actually supposed to on Saturday night.
I am a burner. I try to pick up more after myself in the real world, as to not create MOOP around the house, around the school and around me.
I am a burner. I connected with people I have never met before, as well as reconnected with people I realized I cannot live without
I am a burner. I practice the peace, the community, and the love off the playa.
I am a burner. I am Burning (Wo)man.