I consider myself a passable writer, and I've seen a whole bunch written and a whole lot of pictures from the event.
None capture the spirit.
So sexually I can tell you some of what we saw, and a bit of what we experienced, but it's only a small cut of what was there. It's amazing that to find a safe space we have to peel away so much that society puts in our way, nominally for our protection. Everything else is barter or gift. I got used to people tooling around camp on mobile living room furniture, and things were still surreal. Various sculptures and installations dot the playa, and the man is not the biggest installation there.