Burning Man: Summer, 2001
My eight-instalment reminiscence of the wackiest art festival on planet Earth.
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My eight-instalment reminiscence of the wackiest art festival on planet Earth.
Burning Man is a festival unlike any other, a collection of creativity and freedom that in my experience is unparalleled anywhere by anything and I’m pleased to the core to have attended…
September 1st, 2001 was the Saturday just before the end of the Burning Man Festival and it is on Saturday night that they burn The Man…
One of the only things I knew about Burning Man before I arrived was that everyone attending was expected to “participate”…
By August 30th, 2001 I was five days into an epic week-plus-a-day at the world’s craziest gathering of wackiness, the Burning Man Festival…
August 29th, 2001 was the fourth day of my one and only journey to the Burning Man Festival in Nevada’s Black Rock Desert…
The reason why I consistently refer to Burning Man as an art/life/wackiness festival is primarily because of the Camps…
On August 27th, 2001 I woke up at Burning Man for the first time…
Here it is: a tiny, infinitesimally small wafer-thin slice of the experiences I experienced on my first day of Burning Man…