... and once again, I came back with no proof that I was there.

Somehow I never seem to get in any of the pictures.

I am a ghost.

There is rumor that Hazy actually managed to capture my ghost image once. I've yet to see it.

It strikes me funny that the one and only photo ever taken of me at Burning Man was also on Hazy's camera.

Much like the strange coincidence of running into Charlie's Chocolate Factory again. Same geographical spot. Same brain wavelengths at play. The same... yet so very different.

If that isn't the definition of trippy, I don't know what is.