It’s All About the Art “You’ll love Burning Man,” he’d said, free spirits, people stripped bare of their complicated lives, amazing art.” “What’s not to love? The infamous blowing playa dirt caked in every crack, the wack-a-doodles, the ridiculous sequins and feather boas that stick to your skin in the Nevada heat,” Prudy sneered wiping sand out of her vagina. “Have a brownie, Pru.” An hour later when the music was swirling around her and the magic seeped in, even the art car graveyard made sense. “The sand be damned. It’s all about the art, the words dancing out of her mouth. ———————————- I’m posting from the wilds of Alaska with my iPhone on a sailboat. We have limited Internet access and a captain that’s ready to sail. Please forgive any typos, etc. I’m roughing it! Enjoy and Google Burning Man in Nevada if you’ve never heard of this amazing art festival in the Bkack Rock Dessert. (aka Black Rock Desert) 🙂 Oh, the joys of roughing it with only one device.