In the ephemeral realm of Burning Man and its regional events, I bear witness to souls momentarily stepping away from the well-worn rhythms of their daily existence — the confines of work, the cityscape, mortgages, cab rides, and Zoom calls. Here, individuals shed one persona only to embrace another, one less defined by the everyday. Amidst this carnival, they are granted the liberty to choose both their visage and essence. Occasionally, one glimpses a face utterly unmasked. And within this paradox lies the revelation that both the mask and the unveiled face equally expose the profound humanity within.
