The crowds of sweaty-pitted, shiny-shirted pyrotechnic enthusiasts who gather in the Nevada desert every year to enjoy Burning Man’s “radical self-expression,” networking opportunities, and awful toilet hygiene need love too. With all the chrome shining in the sun blinding their vision during the day and psychedelics clouding their minds throughout the night, it can be difficult to remember who you met amidst all the dust and disorder.
Thankfully, comedian Emily Heller has gathered a collection of Burning Man missed connection posts that, in the interest of promoting true love, we have shared here. Read on, friends, to see if the soulmate (who used to work at Apple, perhaps) you missed has sought to connect over the robotic astral plane of the internet.
These connections can still be rekindled. Thinking someone’s “an art piece” but later discovering they’re a member of “a western world which may or may not have existed” and working together to open “a forbidden box”? After that, finding one another again is child’s play.
People dressed “like a woodland elf or nymph with fake ears” are sought by others who call themselves “BladeRunner”; a “skeleton princess” with a “full head of white & black thin braids, few turquoise, few fuschia” who “works at Intel” might, if the universe permits, chance back upon what could be the most “solid rave buddy” of her life.