So, I just got back from my first trip to Burning Man, and after years of saying “maybe someday,” I have to wonder why it took me so long to finally go. It’s just as incredible as they say. And yes, also just as challenging as they warn. But even so, not that difficult really. And so amazing.
One of my overall favorite things to do was simply exploring art in the deep playa.... I like to just get out there on my bike and explore. So you ride along for awhile until you get to something, and maybe it’s amazing, and maybe it’s just kind of strangely beautiful. Or maybe just strange. Or maybe just beautiful. And you look at it for awhile and then you ride on to the next thing you can find....
Anyway, what turned out to be my favorite thing out there was an installation called Inspireality Palace but I didn’t find that out [the name] until I got back. At the time I called it the Living Room of the Future. From the outside it looked like a giant bird’s nest and inside was an open-ceilinged chamber featuring four big white lounge chairs, all facing inwards. Everything was white: the floor, the walls, and the chairs, and it all had this retro-futuristic vibe that I really liked. The floor had slots through which you could glimpse neon tubes, and the playa dust fell through the slots so that the place stayed fairly clean. Lights came on automatically as you moved through the entrance hallways.
The first time I was there it was very late at night and it was completely empty. But I thought it was really cool so on the final evening, when Kristin & I went out to explore the deep playa together one last time, I decided to try finding it again.
But this time, it was full of people! Like, crammed full! It was startling, particularly since they looked at us as we entered and said in unison, “Are you a cop?” It immediately became clear that this group had been hanging out here awhile, asking this of every new person who entered. “You have 10 seconds to convince us you aren’t a cop.” I don’t know what would have happened had we failed this, nor why it even mattered, since nothing illegal was even going on there, but I said, “Well, I can’t be a cop, because I’m a professional game inventor, and that wouldn’t leave me with any time to be a cop.” And then the group voted on me, and on Kristin separately, and decided we could stay. Whew!