This is the last of the Burning Man jetsam for a little while – a chunk of the true man transformed at the height of The Burn by several hundred fireworks shells and a huge, for sale oily-looking propane explosion or two.
We always make picture boxes out of our MOOP and ephemera, blenderizing it with photographs and true souveniers into lush microcosms of the year’s City, suitable for falling into during bathroom reveries.
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