Night At night Burning Man is a county fair gone mad, a jumbled, crowded midway stretching endlessly away into the dark. It is as lit up as a city, with the same strange sense that it is not continuous but made up of a million independent pools of light, each revealing something more strange than the last. The bizarre, the ridiculous, the merely unusual rear out of the dark at you, invite you into their games, involve you. People wander, run, drift through the carnival, a constant swirling river around you. Some simply gawk, but many are part of the fair itself -- they have become the bearded lady and the fire-breather, built the house of mirrors and the ferris wheel. What did you build? Who have you become?