We are all that exists in all the world. There is nothing but fine dust in every direction shining in the hot afternoon sun. We are alone, alone and free and everything disapears. In this state, that world back there is nothing. There’s the now, the now and the wind.

Tags: Burning Man, burning man 2009, Dust, mini saga

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