~. Black Rock City
I’m on the Burner bus from San Francisco to Nevada. Women with red hair and heart shaped goggles. Long haired buff men with translucent mesh singlets. So much leopard print. The theme of Burning Man this year is ‘Waking Dreams’ and it does feel like I’m entering a waking dream.
I have not planned my life past this coming week.
I do not know how I will get out of Nevada. I do not know where I, with a large wheelie suitcase and a box full of dusty clothing, will sleep after returning to San Francisco. I am not entirely sure how I will fund my next leg of travel.
I know that I will have shelter and food for the next five days in the desert. I also know that I have at least six thousand dollars in my bank account. I know that I have many friends and family whom I love and who love me.
I am not worried. My life is a great uncoiling dance between emptiness and form. After this summer of form I trust that from the emptiness before me a path will emerge.
