I have a shitty memory and can barely remember what I was working on yesterday. Last September I came back from Burning Man with an overload of impressions and a dearth of coherent tales and memories. Yet all of it is stored -- I just can't extract it.
On our way through Gerlach at exactly the speed limit I looked out the driver side window and saw the remains of a dragster shoved against a fence. It was partially sunk into the ground and the color of dust, a relic of a bygone age. It was in my view for just a few seconds.
Seeing it again in Google street view brings it back again. This is exactly it. The rest of the roadway as well, recalled as if driven just this past weekend.
Wish I had this magic for life in general. Or even just a few important conversations.
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We drove through Gerlach one summer, not during Burning Man. It looked exactly like the photo here. And we drove by the playa on our way to find a camp for the night. I have no doubt I like it better without all the people, although Burning Man is a great spectacle, it's one I'll never see. But I know what you mean about images burning in. I have some scars myself, old favorites with warm aches.
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