I arrived on the Playa early in the evening of Sunday,
August 29, dropping off friends and stuff at various points and then
setting up my own tent. This was my second year attending the purposefully
little-known annual event called Burning
Man and, like other mind-altering experiences, it proved to have a stronger
effect on this second try than it'd had for my first.
This year, I was foresighted enough to bring a notebook so that I could
record my thoughts and experiences. This is the contents of that notebook,
filled with honesty, with reality as I saw it at the time, and often see it
still. This is not a document to be read with pre-conceptions, for they may
well be proven right -- yet by doing so, the rest of what I've written could
well lose all true meaning.