Burning Man, collective madness and surreal festival

Special envoy to Nevada

A cowboy on a wheeled metal horse rides through the desert, driven by an engine with the sound of a reaper. Then a car in the shape of a giant cogwheel passes by, with its passengers lying between its jaws. And two women in swimsuits with multicolored fur-trimmed bicycles sheltered by lacy umbrellas.

As in a dream, these curious phenomena disappear almost immediately, swallowed up by the blast of white sand that has just risen. The Burning Man queer festival returns to Nevada’s Black Rock Desert this year after a two-year hiatus due to the pandemic.

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