Back out to the playa, the day after the Burn of the Man. Trudging across the sand, I suddenly heard the ocean. And seagulls. Now this is just silly: There are no birds on the playa. There are not even very many insects on the playa. It is a desolate place. But here, in this spot, standing next to this tiny little grate in the ground, you can hear the ocean. And seagulls. Great piece.