I really wasn't going to do a project for Burning Man this year. No, really, really. There was much too much going on in my life.

But... I woke up one morning, laughing. Deb said: What's so funny?

I told her. I'd seen an astronaut, and reflected in his faceplate, his outstretched arms, gripping a rope. And at the end of the rope, his lunar module, dragging him across the lunar terrain.

A few days later, in May, I told Deb: Deb, we have a problem. We have a Burning Man project.

-dvb 2004