The dust blew in hard. Relentless. All Burn long. Destroyed pretty much everything. Beautiful it was.
There was true love, crushing loss, epiphany, change.
We were challenged, confronted, baffled, amused.
It threw us curveballs, softballs, thrashed our weary minds to the point of burnout.
In the middle of this Carnival of Chaos, were the twin techno towers of DISTRIKT, letting fly with winning smiles, throbbing bass, passionate hugs, rainbow tears and a sense of unity through the beauty of the beat.
We wore black. And we fucking rocked.