Whether cultural touchstone or long-belated Sophomore year, there's no denying that Burning Man arouses imagination and ire like little else. We're game for the conceit of spending hours creating that which will be destroyed, representative as it is of ego negation and an embrace of the transitory. But then so much of it became about the boobies, and as much as we like those, and we couldn't but give up on the whole affair.
Good anthropologists that we are, we want to hear from you: since last week's exodus, have you noticed a change in the city? For better or worse? Let us know in the comments
(tip of the hat to Ariel Dovas for #BurningManRapture)