Every year at Burning Man, we build a Temple of memories of what we’ve lost during the previous year. The Temple itself is a fabulous structure of wood that lifts our thoughts and provides a place for our physical tokens of loss. We place essays, epigrams, photographs, and objects. We come to remember, to mourn, and to celebrate. And then, in a moment of collective solemnity unlike any other during our wild week, we burn it.
I added the essay linked below, printed 11×17″, mounted on posterboard, hinged like a book. You can download the full text as a pdf. I’ve already left the playa, and I’m posting it here, more or less as the Temple is scheduled to burn.
Patrick Ball, 3 September 2017.
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