I don’t know what to think of Burning Man. I never went. I had a friend pass through my “last stand in a college town!” years after she had gone to the the second or third one. 95 maybe? 96? I dunno the nineteenhundreds.
I was so festivaled-out at that point in my life. And I just knew that I would never attend regardless of the organized shows, parties, raves that had been a part of my life.
I was just ready to not do that for a while.
And then it became a thing with seniority attached to it. Then dollars. All of that while I was tumbling out of the economy with “i’m never going to get to afford to like travel again; i’m never going to be able to party like that again” mentality.
And that mentality of mine doesn’t really smile at Burning Man.
Although people joining together for annual festivals and wacko human behavior is certainly not a late 20th early 21st century only affair.
So although I won’t go I’m not interested in trying to put any sort of kibosh on it. And decades later all I can say is that even the modern primitive appears destined to be a vessel of exploitation.
