“The drive to Black Rock City from San Francisco leads through the Nevada flatlands, past the jittering neon sadness of Reno.”

“The drive to Black Rock City from San Francisco leads through the Nevada flatlands, past the jittering neon sadness of Reno.”

“I realized that most thoughts are impersonal happenings, like self-assembling machines. Unless we train ourselves, the thoughts passing through our mind have little involvement with our will. It is strange to realize that even our own thoughts pass by like scenery out the window of a bus, a bus we took by accident while trying to get somewhere else.”