Rocks

Usually this time of year the blog is set up on auto-post while I'm off at Burning Man. This year, though, I've taken the year off. That's not keeping me away from the desert though.

I had a lot of desert adventures under my belt before I went to Burning Man. The playa is a blank canvas and the people out there are the mixed media paint. The expression of transient creativity is beautiful. But the desert is not just a backdrop - a canvas. The silence is not a vacuum to be filled up.

I've been researching mines and off-road adventures; airwater evap systems, solar kits and well pumps. I'm dreaming of solitude. The heat rising off the floor, the coyotes at night, quail at dusk. Dust trails rising from my track deep in the rocks.

"Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road"
- t.s. eliot

This is my ocean. The silence and heat feeds me. Challenges me. Delights me. I swim in the wind. I sweat in the heat. Out there I am nobody, unfettered by definitions or personal branding.

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[neilalien]

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