4 days ago
@drewwallace I visited Crested Butte for the first time outside of winter this past fall. The days were full of golden hikes through aspens old as the sky and the night full of the creatures of Vinotok. The local fall harvest festival reminded me that I reap what I sow, but that for some, this lesson is never learned. As I watched beautiful women dressed as forest beings burn the Grump—who was made in the likeness of Trump and fashioned with a crown made of assault rifles—I couldn’t help but be reminded of Burning Man. In four months and four days I’ll be on my way back to my annual spiritual pilgrimage in the dust and I have to wonder if I can get any more out of it than I have already. Through the years it’s turned me up and down, brought me sideways, backwards and inside out, but mostly it’s flipped me upside-down. So, till it flips me again, here’s to four months and four days of compressing.