First off, this burn was so incredible that it left me speechless at times, and I'm grateful for everyone who helped this week come off as it did. On Monday night I came across two burners who I suspect were performance artists, and I'm curious if anyone else had a similar run-in and if so, what you think was really going on. I met two Eurotrash virgins who told me that they'd just arrived, were lost and out of water. One of them even brandished an empty water bottle, but when I offered to share some of my water reserves, he steered the conversation toward whether I could help them find the "orgy tents." "This is Burning Man," he said. "I thought there were supposed to be orgies everywhere." When he stayed on this point, despite my uncertainty about the Red Light District's location this year, I wandered off with some sort of half-apology, but part of me has been concerned ever since that I failed to help some real virgins in distress. A friend of mine said she had a similar run-in that night, and that she noticed their accents shifting between different nationalities.
I thought this occurred somewhere in the deep playa, but I was lost and remember seeing a street sign for J street that for some reason seemed like a duplicate prop erected as part of this whole performance installation. But now that I think about it, I really could have been on J street, since I couldn't distinguish Esplanade lights from any of the others on the playa that night. But around the same time I remember coming across what seemed like art installations of doomed burner camps, including a broken down car full of burner gear. I couldn't find these pieces on any subsequent nights, however. So can anyone reassure me that I didn't inadvertently let some people die? What a mindfuck. I mean really, people, is this what art has come to? Because if so, it's some edgy, funny shit.