Seven days 'til Burning Man
I've officially let myself start thinking about Black Rock City today. With seven days until I'm off in the middle of the desert to face the world of radical self expression. I've made my list and checked it twice. Normally this would be a long drawn out process where I take weeks preparing, stretching the last twenty percent in the law of diminishing returns to try and remove any chance of forgetting the all important can opener when all I've brought in the area of food supplies is canned goods. I lose sleep over that shit, waking up with a wave of panic. I know it's completely irrational. With 30 thousand people, there's bound to be at least one person with an extra can opener but we all have our quirks. My list is fully categorized, printed and color coded. I wonder what I'll forget this year.