Back on the Playa

I wondered why I keep dreaming about Burning Man, and I’ve just realised: it’s the dust from my building work, layered in fine cloudy swirls that settle gently over furniture and floor, faintly sweet on the tongue, weirdly evocative of that festival in the Nevada desert. Life’s a beach.

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