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I first attended Burning Man in 2001—this year was my 10th visit over the quarter-century since. It’s never been my Mecca, but I keep circling back, lured by limitless possibility, whimsy, and encounters with creative, open-minded people. I see friends there; I make new ones. Black Rock City, the temporary city that rises from a crusty Nevada lake bed, is catnip for an explorer.

Part of the magic, especially in the earlier, pre-Instagram, off-the-grid years, was its liminality: cut off from the outside world, you’d enter a place out of time and surrender to an unpredictable journey. There was no reliable way to coordinate with anyone. Leave camp and you might get swept into a quasi-therapy session, an airplane joy ride, an Italian banquet, a Western saloon. You might even fall in love—for three days.

Like Williamsburg, Black Rock City has gentrified. Glamping is more common: RVs, Starlink, Shiftpods. You can find matcha lattes and sourdough pizza (gifted still). Fewer pyrotechnics, more LEDs. Less edge. Cultural fixtures have come and gone—Dr. Megavolt firing electricity at someone swinging from a crane—replaced by new ones, often giant sound systems on wheels.

But the desert remains: stark, beautiful—a blank canvas that still inspires awe and introspection. The old magic is there if you open to adventure. One moment I’m seated with Kazakhs in a yurt; the next I’m dancing on a golden dragon spitting flames. My camp crews the Serpent Queen, a Victorian steamboat; we hosted a wedding in the open desert amid raging dust.

I’ve accumulated many such only-at-Burning-Man memories. I’ve heard it called the ultimate “you had to be there” experience. I’ve never tried to prove otherwise. Most years I hardly took pictures.

I once interviewed Larry Harvey, Burning Man’s founder and philosopher-chief. He told me the experience “tends to confirm a person’s sense of their own inner reality and potency of their being, and that extends to their ability to join with others in a common purpose: I Am, We Are, It Is.”

Maybe that’s what endures for me after 25 years: individual possibility, connection to others, participation in something larger.

I’ll probably be back again.
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So grateful for the amazing ecosystem of humans that travel to the most inhospitable environment to make the most beautiful art. Thank you to all the beautiful creatures who blessed my world in the dust and the wind last week, love you all ❤️ 🫶✨
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Photos from a parallel universe. It’s a wild, raw, and unforgiving place and if you can find the magic within it, it’s yours to keep.
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