The bumpy roads that lead to a sore ass. The hot mornings that woke me up. The 8hrs it took to leave. The blaring of techno music when I just want quiet. The feeling of being horribly alone in a vast sea of people. The excessive heat and constant sweating //FLIP// The sunrise and sunsets. The surprise when friends would show up randomly to your camp. The presence of what you need showing up when you need it. The grief shared. THE PICKLES... The small gestures of gratitude from random people you’ll never see again. The realization that change is the only constant in life; that comfort and discomfort can live in the same space, all fleeting. THE PICKLES.... #burningman #blackrockcity #wakingdreams