2013 marked my fourth year at Burning Man, and also my fourth year attending as a burner traveling from Bushwick. Throughout the years the high Nevada desert has gifted my eyes spectacle after spectacle, my heart internal warmth, and has been the building block on how I want to shape my perspectives. I’ve loved it, hated it and carried part of this annual ritual with me since I first attended. Yet, I’ve grown in Bushwick too. I’ve lived here for part of its growth and participated in its awesome community. Bushwick is its own color pallet, filled with carefree people who shine bright against the concrete warehouses. So why make the trek to Burning Man?
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