A Burning Man

It's day 8 of the Burn. I have lost everything and everyone on purpose for I decided last minute to let my grumpy, drained, bedraggled, rag tag team of core friends drive off without me, so I could watch for the Temple burn for first time in 7 years. So I sent them home(with their faces that looked like a cats asshole) with all my Lisa frank colored belongings (beside a minions covered toothbrush, a small bottle of coconut oil and my microphones)and ventured out alone into the desert to see what else the universe could throw at my sleepy face. I ended up meeting two amazing men who were Temple Guardians. Which means they are men who guard the temple to make sure that it's safe for everyone especially during it's burn. I got a chance to talk to them about a really bizarre surreal thing that had happened the day before, which was someone ran head first into the fire as the Man burned on Saturday night. Burning man is dangerous, it's physically brutal and an emotional roller coaster. Most years someone either gets really hurt or killed. This year was different as many people saw this man sprint to his death and then watched his charred remains be pulled out of the wreckage. So it was nice to have an inside explanation as to what happens within the DPW when tragedy strikes. Never regret thy fall, O Icarus of the fearless flight For the greatest tragedy of them all Is never to feel the burning light.” - Oscar Wilde