I saw these guys on an RV in front of us on burn night 2013…I just ran across this in one of my folders and had forgotten all about it. Love, love, love everything about this shot and the story of how they’re all just laid back and watching from afar, while I watched from afar-ther. Away from all the craziness and the thousands of people down there as the Man burns. You can see the smoke and dust, flames and lasers in front of them.
(PostSecret is an ongoing art project where people send in anonymous postcards with their secrets.)
She shakes herself like a dog
Licking wounds with tongues of winds, fires, floods
Time to wake from this long nap and rid yourself of the fleas.
The seas revolt, finned armies planning death by stingray, lunch by shark
Rumblings beneath her skin, sighs above and tremors within.
She grows hot, then cold, and we begin to die.