“I could have gone on flying through space forever.” Yuri Gagarin.
The Colorado Burn scene is a thing among things. There are many things happening in spite of the other things. From the things like the Apogaea ticketing successes, to things like the decompression planning abortion, the scene here feels much like the perfect chaos of the playa. Nothing planned works how it was planned and everything unexpected, never asked for, never wanted or imagined goes off perfectly. In the vein of the Burn, you brought an idea, and came home with a dream. Fire, the vacuum of space, and the blissful bass-pounding speakers filled with dance music are the guilty parties, the conspiracy trying to bring the Denver Burners an amazing night. It was April 7th, 2012, there were stars, clouds and electricity in the air. Sweat dripped from the brows of burners, of dancers, and of DJs alike. That last minute detail on you suit, the right stretches for getting down injury-free, or just the right track to fuel the dance floor—in typical Burner fashion last minute was the name of the game.