mixed metaphors
roll through my cortex
like Sisyphus' rock
down the muddy hill of
a broken psyche;
ecstacy (not always the drug)
peppered with pain no longer buried,
untethered,
free to feel

I found peace there, release there
and it showed clearly
all I have -- so much!
and things still missing
through red and blue multi-faceted glasses
and dust and rain neverending
sparkling pellets of universal love
pelting through us all

This is where I got good, thanks largely to playing with Todd. Our first tag-team session was Thursday evening; afterwards we gathered some more friends and wandered around most of the night, then came back in the morning to join forces with Dan Haskvoec and Monk E to play a nice morning shackgroove set, partially captured on minidisc.

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.