Ola kittens.
Aw, I feel sad, a sense of longing dripping into the marrow of my bones, making my limbs heavy and slack.
It is playa time, but this year I am not going.
No alkaline dust covering every inch of my body drying my poor skin out like a thirtsy leaf.
I felt fineabout not going, but now that it is time for the exodus, I feel kind of sad about it.
The money was a factor, the broken head was another factor, the need to take a year off to appreciate it again was another factor.
Last year, there were so many cops, and the art cars were sparse, and my head went through such a vast pendulum of thoughts and emotions that this year, I think I need to not go.
But...I am torn.
The event is not what it used to be, if I ever even saw it in its purity(no way back in the anarchy era), and I was a jaded little soul last year.
Then again, I met so many people to counteract that jaded little soul.
And nothing like a flaming roller coaster with freaky Detroit crazy carnies to get the blood moving.
I guess I'll be taking a year off from the fox hunt as well. It's always an adventure to chase rabbits down holes or to peer out from the dust and see what creatures are out and about.
Shit. Writing about it makes me wish I was going to be back home to the desert, but the other part of me knows the finances and other reasons made sense when I made my decision so it should still be valid.
And yet, now that everyone is packing, I feel like the child watching the other kids leave for recess, but on to other things for now.
Wah.
Oh well.
People gots to take chances in their wee lives, and this is one of them: seeing what life is like without the playa for a year.
Ah, I digress.
Someone wish a thought for me when the temple lights up. I always like that night so much more.
Aw, I feel sad, a sense of longing dripping into the marrow of my bones, making my limbs heavy and slack.
It is playa time, but this year I am not going.
No alkaline dust covering every inch of my body drying my poor skin out like a thirtsy leaf.
I felt fineabout not going, but now that it is time for the exodus, I feel kind of sad about it.
The money was a factor, the broken head was another factor, the need to take a year off to appreciate it again was another factor.
Last year, there were so many cops, and the art cars were sparse, and my head went through such a vast pendulum of thoughts and emotions that this year, I think I need to not go.
But...I am torn.
The event is not what it used to be, if I ever even saw it in its purity(no way back in the anarchy era), and I was a jaded little soul last year.
Then again, I met so many people to counteract that jaded little soul.
And nothing like a flaming roller coaster with freaky Detroit crazy carnies to get the blood moving.
I guess I'll be taking a year off from the fox hunt as well. It's always an adventure to chase rabbits down holes or to peer out from the dust and see what creatures are out and about.
Shit. Writing about it makes me wish I was going to be back home to the desert, but the other part of me knows the finances and other reasons made sense when I made my decision so it should still be valid.
And yet, now that everyone is packing, I feel like the child watching the other kids leave for recess, but on to other things for now.
Wah.
Oh well.
People gots to take chances in their wee lives, and this is one of them: seeing what life is like without the playa for a year.
Ah, I digress.
Someone wish a thought for me when the temple lights up. I always like that night so much more.
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Just go mate, fuck it and everything.
If you don`t wanna, then don`t, and don`t feel bad. You never really miss anything in these things anyway.
So I`ve argued for both choices, now you can do either
If it is a music festival, i say play the music, invite some friends over and make your home recess.