poorboyoftroy

I feel a little bad for #Burners this year (no, not #Berners). Burning Man, set to begin in one week, is very much, err, blotted out in the popular imagination by Monday's eclipse. To be fair, I'm not sure Burning Man maintains the same level of public or media interest it did in the halcyon days of the 1990s, back before it became commoditized/sanitized by Silicon Valley, when it was discussed by those who didn't attend as tantamount to a neo-tribalist orgy somewhere in the Nevada desert. All I know: nobody is talking about it, and everybody is talking about the eclipse. I would imagine, too, that some are foregoing Burning Man in favor of a trip to the nearest latitude in the Zone of Totality ("ZoT" because when else will we get to use that acronym). I have no idea what people are hoping to get out of the eclipse. It's a down year in a dark era, to be sure, so perhaps the general need for something, anything to distract us from the Trumpocalypse has latch