Dozing off in my tent at a burn. Recalling the warm hugs and conversation from other partygoers tripping the light fantastic. My belly full of the wonderful food people brought just to share. The dazzling displays of fire juggling and electronic wizardry brought on by hippies of all stripes. The greasy bass of airport-noise-levels of dubstep lulling me to sleep.
And I took no offense: we’re good! And yes, these events are front-row seats for epic people-watching. The logistics make no sense, the vibes are sheer chaos, nobody is really prepared to take care of themselves for a few days straight, and these nightcrawlers just bring the strange in droves. it’s wonderful.
I miss the early 2010s so much. The vibes were immaculate.
Dozing off in my tent at a burn. Recalling the warm hugs and conversation from other partygoers tripping the light fantastic. My belly full of the wonderful food people brought just to share. The dazzling displays of fire juggling and electronic wizardry brought on by hippies of all stripes. The greasy bass of airport-noise-levels of dubstep lulling me to sleep.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5RKNb768pWE&t=4
Pretty much. I mean, we all need space and time to be stupid, now and again.
I meant no offense, I just think wooks are hilarious in their primal stupidity.
And I took no offense: we’re good! And yes, these events are front-row seats for epic people-watching. The logistics make no sense, the vibes are sheer chaos, nobody is really prepared to take care of themselves for a few days straight, and these nightcrawlers just bring the strange in droves. it’s wonderful.