Burning Man was, for me, four straight nights of going to bed at sunrise, getting roughly 3 hours of sleep per, and having everything I own completely and irrevocably covered in gritty chalk-gray playa dust. It was extraordinary. It was insane. It was strange, magical, surreal, dusty, hot, fleshy, pagan, funny, unpretentious, open, communal, dirty, simple, inspiring, funky, forward, and unbelievably beautiful. It was close to what I expected, but bigger and more dazzling and more variegated and more fun.Full text of the article is here; Mark's personal photo gallery (including some beautiful shots of the Mausoleum) is here.
I still haven't removed my silver fingernail and toe polish. Or the glitter. Or the mental images. And I'm sure I never will.
-Mark Morford, San Francisco Chronicle, 6 September 2001