Every so often someone writes something about that thing in the desert that makes the hairs on the back of the neck stand up as waves of excitement radiate through the body. #burningman #blackrockcity #brc2024
As with most ritual objects the spike itself is a meaningless fetish, imbued with meaning only by our intentions. To an outside observer, it’s a length of spray-painted rebar hammered into the dried mud with what looks like the world’s oldest sledgehammer. But to those inside the circle, it is a direct physical connection to something larger than any of us. A chance to contribute directly, with sinew and bone, an actual physical action in the physical world with an undeniable physical effect. Not a pixel cloud, not another Zoom meeting; the feel of wood against the palm and the ringing peal of steel on steel. After so much separation, the beginning of a homecoming.
