Childhood Rage

Philip Markle
Sep 5, 2018 · 10 min read

I went to Burning Man this year and got in touch with rage.

I consider myself a joyful person. I can be the life of the party. I put on a great show; I exist to entertain; I love to light up the dance floor.

And there’s a part of me that I never express, that I hide, that I keep behind a veil. And it’s mad as hell.

This was my fifth Burn and my first one in four years. I took a break because I didn’t believe in it anymore. Every year, I’d return to the default world renewed and raving about the ‘radical’ personal transformations I’d experienced on the…

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