Well, almost. Or mostly. There was a flurry of worry as early arrivals reported some cell service in Black Rock City, but in the end it appears that the arrival of the masses again made direct contact with the outside world nearly impossible.
This made me think about how technology has so indelibly changed our society. There are all of these wonderful tools to stay connected with the people around us, but in addition to making it harder to escape our past, it is also as if we have forgotten how to really truly miss people. Because, well, technically, they are always in our pocket. Experiencing a week of no contact what so ever puts old love letters, written during periods of months or even years of absence, after which time a reunion could not be promised, in perspective. . .
* * * * *While awaiting your return (in one piece I hope), my dearest Ben, I am merely a spectator, hanging out above your world in the desert. Even though you cannot call out to me, I can peek at the happenings on the Playa. Indeed, when the server is not overloaded with spectators like me, I hope that maybe I will catch a glimpse of you among the great unwashed. As I write, evening is arriving in Black Rock City. Enjoy the crazy night, my darling.
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