B u r n l o g

The commercialism or popularity sell-out of the Burn may be true in so many ways, it’s just that it sometimes feels like that’s all anyone wants to talk about these days.

Burning Man festival raises up from underground by John Lauinger

Not that this Lauinger chap is guilty really, however I get that feeling the vocal folks enjoy trying to topple any house of cards or standing dominoes wherever they can be found for the malicious joy of childish destruction. Or, at least they like to speculate along these destructive lines.

And then it seems as though some veterans are just bitter and complaining for the heady days of old. I can’t blame them, I suppose. The Burn must have been a radically different experience way back when and so crazy. It must seem sprawling, faceless, and less intimate now to the old-timers.

I just wonder if perhaps progress and change are not so bad. Everything has to move and grow or stagnate and wither. I don’t see Burning Man as withering. Do you?

“Power Plant”, recycled bottle caps, by Andrew Grinberg and Max Poynton, Burning Man 2007 — photo by benignpxl