Before it was burnt, some friends and I found this during the night while definitely not under the influence of 5HT2-A agonist tryptamine-class hallucinogens like LSD. It was by the main road next to a tree decorated with paper lamps, lending the piece a sovereign/somber glow. It was emotionally impactful in ways that I can’t easily describe - like the humility you feel when you come across a 2000-year-old gnarled pine when hiking and try to comprehend what it has weathered. You could almost feel the imbued feelings, regrets, and ambitions of those who wrote on it.
I can see why this was a thing at Burning Man. It was well put together, and it felt like a psychologically healing and empowering ritual.
A++. Would conflagrate again.