Words by: B. Getz with
reporting by Maria Herrera, Jillian Ashley
Images by: Various - Noted under each photo
Burning Man :: 8.26.13 - 9.02.13 :: Black Rock City ::
We the people of Black Rock City adventure into the desert to subsist and survive,
imperiling ourselves in 100+ degree heat, body dehydrating in the hottest of minutes.
Nevermind any substances, the mind-bending voyage of Burning Man is a freakishly
addictive, dangerous and intoxicating drug. We sought shelter and sustenance before Mother
Sun's light beamed down unimaginable sizzle. We brought foods from around the globe, and
tons of water, domes, tarps, tents and Yurts -- the elements in this city are punitive and
exacting. You will find no vending, lot scene or taco truck.
[Photo by Jeff Kravitz]
Attempting to describe Burning Man to someone who has never attended can be likened to
describing music to a person who is deaf. To truly understand this gathering, a person
MUST participate. A sparse, two-lane thruway veers onto a new road. At a snail’s pace, we
drove onto the Playa, a six mile wide vastness rechristened Black Rock City, a new galaxy.
We finally had arrived at Burning Man.
We made this pilgrimage to a Mecca sourced from within our ingenuity, the objective was to
envelop ourselves in art. The Man welcomed us with magnanimity and altruism, his
benevolence in the air, our mind’s eye in the sky, observing the population. We went to
build a city with infrastructure, culture, freaks and geeks. We were the blissfully wicked
-- a collective mass that puts its faith it itself. Radical Inclusion. Radical Self-
Reliance. Participation Station.