Before watching the Man burn, I visited Temple. It ended up being the hardest part of my entire experience.
Temple is an annual tradition at Burning Man, its walls covered floor to ceiling with mementos and letters and photos of lost loved ones. It's a communal place of grief and catharsis and I was warned many times that my first visit would likely feel intense.
Before the storm hit, I had planned to visit Temple in the daytime, write a letter to myself, and sit on my own and reflect. My time there was shortened, and the sheer amount of pain that the Temple holds hit me harder than I expected — to the point where I actually had to run out of it for a second.
But as my boyfriend Peter hugged me and encouraged me to go back in, I was grateful I still got the chance to experience it.
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