For we are Atlantis, and the town of Prester John

As I've just arrived back from Burning Man it seems like a suitable time to post my write up from last year again while I finish this years' photos and mini-lecture. Please note that as it was written for the church blog it contains extremely overwrought prose and some Christian Talk.

For the curious amongst you the title of this piece is taken from We Are Shangri-La on Quartered: Songs of Palimpsest because that book is the closest thing I've found which touches the feeling of living in and longing for Black Rock City. The poem the track is based on was originally written about BRC so it's nice to know I'm not alone in thinking that.

“We raise and raze our city like the strangest house of cards, a ghost-breath mist of snow;

A ghost-breath mist of snow where no snow falls,
For we are Atlantis, and the town of Prester John.
Three weeks apart from never, we dance and do not fall.”

- We Are Shangri-La, S. J. Tucker

( We love our city just to watch it burn )