Who: Zeebs

Well, it took me a few years to work up the courage to come home. I knew how much of an impact the western Canada festivals had on my life, and I rightly figured Burning Man would top them all. Perhaps I can share a moment with you? Oh, how kind of you....

I found myself standing in the open night air, dust at my feet wrapping around my ankles like a favored lapdog. Swathed in fun fur, I stood still a moment to gaze out at the playa spread out around me.

I had been here for a few days, but this was the night, halfway thru my first Burn, that it came home to me.

I was able to gaze all around, and see the efforts of my fellow tribe members. All that shone, spun and glittered, had been brought here, sometimes from across the country, for the sole purpose of amusing the tribe. Why build a giant interactive piece of art you can scale and sit on? Because here, it would be loved.

It was this feeling of exuberant belonging I grew to cherish in it's dusty hide. I eagerly anticipate my return, year after year, a migration led by joy, my costume offerings in tow.

Regards, Nadz