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That relatively randomly-typed sequence of letters rather aptly demonstrates my mental state upon returning from Burning Man. It was a wonderful, beautiful, and profoundly disorienting experience. Many photos to share, which I hope to post this week.

One of the playa's archetypes would have to be that of the Trickser. It gives and takes in unpredictable ways -- but always in ways which "count" and which, in some sense, could be called "profound". This time, it took all of my prescription medicines . I remember packing them, but they're gone now. This "counts" because I worried incessantly about losing my bag of medications. I compulsively ensured they remained immediately accessible throughout the entire event. It's unfathomable to me that I could have left them behind.

Anyhow, it's about 3:30 AM and I've probably slept for a total of ten hours over the past five days. Time for bed. Real bed. No howling wind. No dust storms. Mattress. Sheets. Warmth. Ahh . . .