i think everybody has his/her own reason for going to the Burn, but i’m pretty sure that even people who go there just to get drunk/laid, come back with some sense of self reflection. how could you not?

it’s funny, but i feel that the desert made me feel alive. the dry, lifeless, cracked up desert. i’ve never felt as close to my true self as i felt there. laying on the hard, warm Playa, my eyes closed, my heart beating to the vibrations of the Life coming from the ground.

i felt like the outside world was kept still and at the same time, the whole week at Burning Man was a mere second of “real” time. it felt like a lost fragment of space, like a hidden island in the universe, like a glitch in the system, totally free of sense of time, location, rules and expectations. it gave you such a powerful sense of freedom. first, physically, and then mentally. and this is this freedom that i miss the most.

i can’t wait to see where this Journey will take me next year.