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Armin was discharged from the hospital only a day after the accident. The doctor said there was nothing extraordinary to worry about. But of course, even with this information, Eren still made a fuss. That much was clear when he walked through the door with Armin's arm slung over his shoulder.

"I didn't break my leg, Eren. I don't need to use you as a crutch," Armin grumbled as the two walked into the kitchen from the garage. He reached back to shut the door with his free hand.

Eren rolled his eyes. "Well, excuse me for supporting you in these trying times."

"I don't need your support," they scoffed. He unwrapped his arm and made his way across the room.

Eren gave him the finger, rather aggressively. The gesture wasn't reciprocated since the blond already disappeared into the hallway.

Sucking on a freeze pop, you leaned back against the cool countertop. "Welcome home, lovely. Have fun?"

Eren sighed loudly as he walked toward the freezer and got a popsicle for himself. He grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the top of the wrapper off into the trash.

He said sarcastically, "Oh, absolutely I did." He paused and shook his head disapprovingly. "He's a lot bitchier when it's us two. How's it been here?"

You shrugged. "So, so. Pretty quiet."

He nodded and pushed up the pineapple-flavored ice. "Thought so. Jean's gone today, obviously. Is Mikasa here?"

You huffed softly at the mention of her. "I haven't seen her since breakfast. She's been upstairs all day."

He frowned. "Oh, I see. Armin told me about the kiss, by the way. At first, I was gonna make fun of you for passing out but now that just seems cruel."

"You think?" You laughed lightly and rested both arms on the counter.

The sound that followed from him was more of an exhale than a laugh. "Listen, Y/n, even if she's avoiding you right now, I know she'll come around. Just wait and see."

"You're right," you mumbled, sticking the freeze pop in your mouth again. Armin basically said the same thing. Eren sent you a quick smile and patted your shoulder before leaving through the hallway.

You swallowed the remaining ice and threw away the wrapper. Noticing the bin was full, you took the trash to the bigger bin outside. Maybe doing some chores would distract you from Mikasa for a while.

Plus, today was the only day that allowed you to do so. Practices for the band's upcoming performance were every day until the date of it. You'd be rehearsing 24/7 since it was scheduled on such short notice.

It was going to be at a middle school some of your friends went to. The DJ they booked before flaked and your manager was kind enough to offer your talents.

Jean was meeting with Hannes and the school administrators to work out some extra kinks before the practices began.

The only day there wasn't a rehearsal was on Eren's birthday. You all decided it'd be best to take the day off to celebrate and set up for the party that would be happening later in the night.

The day passed easily as you got caught up on chores that weren't done over the past few days. The house was messier than you liked it although it hadn't been long at all since the previous clean-through. However, it had been a hectic week.

Speaking of hectic, when Zeke was there, he sure made himself at home. That much was clear when you made it to the living room portion of the basement.

Eren probably couldn't find time to clean up yet. Either that or he was just lazy because at that moment he was more focused on a pinball machine than the state of his living space.

His brother's suitcases were lying open by the couch. To be honest, you didn't love the idea of a criminal's possessions lying around your home. So, you decided that throwing them in a storage closet was the best option.

When you finished tidying up, you started a game on the pinball machine next to Eren's.

His birthday was in three days. The house looked a lot better than it did when you started, which was perfect for throwing a party. You could only hope it would stay that way.

After a few hours of playing games with him, Jean came down the stairs to let you know he was back from the school. He left when he saw neither of you were interested in what he had to say.

Once it got dark outside, you left Eren to his own devices and went to your own room to chill out some more.

Unfortunately, when you flopped down on your bed, Mikasa started to consume your thoughts again. In an effort to fight them, you turned on a show to distract yourself.

For the slow hours you spent staring at the screen, you couldn't focus, not once. No matter how hard you trained your eyes on the screen, you still thought about her.

Sighing, you got out of bed and walked to your bedroom door. You were careful of the creaking hinges, it was around midnight. Everyone would either be asleep or close to sleeping.

Except for Armin. You had no idea what he did at night but you knew better than to ask. However, he was probably pretty tired from the time spent at the hospital. So, there was a solid chance he actually was asleep.

You crept outside, checking that the front door didn't make too much noise. Your car was parked in the driveway since there was never room in the garage. The gravel underneath your feet made noise as you walked toward it. You pushed yourself onto the hood and leaned back against the windshield.

Drawing in a long breath, you stared up at the sky. You needed to calm down and clear your mind. This would help, as it usually did.

Even if it was a little chilly, it was warm for a night in March, especially this late.

The stress that bubbled inside you simmered down the longer you watched the thin clouds dim the stars.

Any negative thoughts you had about the situation with Mikasa or the previous days seemed to disappear the longer your focus was on the sky.

Gravel crunched and you snapped your gaze toward the noise. Sitting up, you were surprised by what you saw.

Mikasa froze when she realized she'd been caught. She held a white blanket in her arms and still had one foot on the porch steps.

"Hi," she greeted quietly.

"Hey." Your breaths were a tad ragged from the initial scare.

She came closer to the car. "What are you doing out here so late?"

"I could ask you the same thing." You took the blanket from her arms and she pushed herself up to sit beside you.

"The door to your room was open when I came downstairs for a drink. I thought you'd be out here."

"Oh." She knew you better than you thought.

She spread the blanket over both of your laps and leaned down on the hood of the car.

She looked at the sky but your eyes were still on her. "Why did you come out here?"

After a moment of silence, her gaze finally shifted to you. "I wanted to apologize. Ignoring you was immature. Plus, I remember how you used to come out here when you were upset. Above all else, I wanted to make sure you were alright." A blush coated her cheeks when she finished talking.

You took note of that and couldn't help but blush yourself. "I'm okay. I understand why you'd ignore me, though. If you didn't want it, that was probably your only option since we have to see each other so much."

Her brows furrowed and she sat up again. "What? Y/n, did you think I didn't want to kiss you?"

You blinked stupidly. "Well, yeah."

She laughed. "You can be so ridiculous sometimes. I've always wanted to kiss you like that. I'm just not great at expressing it."

Even more heat rushed to your face. You gawked at her and she looked down at her feet. Many things were running wild in your head. For some reason, though, there was one thing that was so prominent in your mind once you remembered it.

Out of all the questions you could have asked, this one came out rather bluntly. "What did you mean in your letter? What should I know?"

Her eyes widened, she didn't expect you to ask about that yet, and quite frankly, neither did you. Nonetheless, she answered anyway. "If only you knew. That's what I wrote. That's easy to answer now. If only you knew how long I've loved you."

She turned her face and made direct eye contact with you. She seemed to know the next question on your mind. "You never knew it but I've been in love with you since high school."

That can't be right. This is a dream. You're dreaming, Y/n. What the actual fuck?

"Are you sure? Then why did you ask Jean out when we were seniors? Why did you break it off with me mere weeks before?" Your mind was racing and it translated into sentences quickly spilling from your lips.

She still looked straight at you. Her facade of confidence was making you nervous. "I'm sure. Back then, I was so afraid of what I felt for you. Pretending the feelings weren't real and projecting them onto Jean seemed like my easiest option. For years I convinced myself I loved him. But it was never him. It was always you. I felt so awful when I realized what I was doing."

And just like that, the facade fell. Her words were no longer held confidence. She was afraid of how you'd react. She had little idea that you were ready to be just as vulnerable as her.

"When did you realize?"

Looking up at the dark sky, she pushed a stray tuft of hair away from her face. She continued, sighing softly before she spoke, "When I saw him that night with Marco, I was relieved that I didn't have to be with him anymore. When I tried to figure out why that was, I could only think about you. Every feeling that scared me before came back. I got so scared that I left. But, even then, they never went away."

You were having some trouble believing that this was actually happening. Mikasa loved you back this entire time. If she hadn't kissed you before, you would've thought this was only possible in your dreams.

However, things were actually starting to make sense. That whole time it was your fault. Every night of those two years you spent wondering about what you could have done to make her stay. It turns out you did enough. You were the reason she left.

But maybe you were the reason she came back as well. You could recall something Jean had told you a day before she came home.

"Why did you come back? You needed to do something?"

She looked back at you again. "I've just done it," she said.

Before you could process her words, she was leaning closer to you. Her lips were so close to brushing yours but she paused before they could fully touch. "Can I?" she whispered.

"You don't even have to ask."

When she kissed you, you felt everything. Her feelings, your feelings. The world was minuscule compared to you two. Anything else meant nothing at that moment.

It was the first time in a long time that you felt fully complete. You were a puzzle and she was the missing piece. It was like before, only this time, you knew for sure what you wanted.

Pulling away, you managed an, "I love you too, Mikasa."

There were no other words that would feel so good to finally say out loud.

Everything was clear. You understood.

Now more than ever, you wanted to be with her.

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Burning Man 1999 | Bob Stahl archives

Tomales Bay Explorers Club, Burning Man 1999

Flying Dinosaurs

Bob Stahl

Trapped in a World they never made... the land that Time forgot!

The Playa is the Playground of The Giants! Pterosaurs patrol the seas of the Primordium!

Doggie Dinosaurs installation in the Wheel of Time

Homage to the ridiculous, the enigmatic... three 24-foot wingspan pterosaurs, at 1:30 in the Primordium of the Wheel of Time. The final installation differed from the original concept, which had been to create a more interactive piece that participants could climb upon and operate, giving the rider a sense of oneness with the powerful prehistoric creatures that once haunted the inland seas and islands of ancient Nevada.

Instead, an idea germinated -- to reflect upon the past times of Burning Man itself, using beloved images from years gone by. Doggie Diner heads once stood like sphinxes on the desert floor, 1960's American advertising art salvaged from San Francisco's own past by John Law, mysteriously become cultural icons among Bay Areans. Readers of the Zippy the Pinhead comic know the Dog as the silent statue before which Zippy confesses his dark thoughts.

The Dog is, in fact, a jewel in my own memory. I grew up a few blocks from a former Doggie Diner on Geary Street, where as a youngster I went for French fries after swimming in the nearby public pool in the summertime.

Our icon, our hero, in my pterosaurs metamorphosed into mythic chimerae, genetically sampled from fossilized memories and grafted onto the present. Is the Dog the icon, or the man who brought him to life? I have no answer to this, because the idea overtook me completely. The icon itself, with its Mona Lisa smile, begged representation.

Among the Theme Camps which have spored from dozens to hundreds, among the busy art cars and luminescent costumes, fire displays and pounding rhythms, the famous dog heads were quiet guardians, soaring and watching over all the craziness. Come and reflect, confess your dark thoughts, they beckoned.

This was also, coincidentally, an experiment with kinetic shade structures. The weathervanes, bolted to car axle shafts and mounted on wood poles dug into the ground, tracked the wind very well, and resisted blowing apart in big winds (a prototype -- see pic at bottom of page -- resisted damage from July 4th to the end of August).

Around the support poles I put five-foot-long, pink straw-stuffed canvas pillows shaped like hot dogs, for people stopping by the piece to use as a resting place from which to view the Man and the other installations in the Wheel of Time.

Packed up and ready to burn

Flaming out

Yonder Gypsy wagons, car bed, CWU domes

Charlie Gadekan, giant running canvas, Illumination Village

Michael Christian, Orbit One

"What magnetism drew these quaking ruined creatures into this orbit?"

Pirate Jenny, Ship of Desires

Seemen, Butchertown, Mark Perez, Kal Spelletich, Johnny On It, Bill Carson at Butchertown

Hovercraft

Hovercraft taking off out near 2:00 on the last day of the event. Note the people holding the ropes, ready to sling the craft off onto the playa. Made from upside-down inflatable raft, plywood, and a squirrel-cage fan. It worked! (Unkown artists, but I'd love to give them credit here.)

Seemen, Butchertown, Mark Perez, Kal Spelletich, Johnny On It, Bill Carson

Rocking DPW cleanup crew accepting sacks of garbage at the gate -- one sack of your wettest garbage, please, only if you can't take it with you -- extra food and water accepted for the cleanup crew

After the Event

Water Woman, fished out of Fly Geyser... a tangle of rotting plywood and rusty wire, paint flaking into the water, basically a water hazard... two weekends after the Burn, propped it up, spent hours laminating scraps of wood around the plywood limbs to give some real womanly fullness to the wraith-like figure, and... we burned it, of course.

Two small victories for me... watching the ridiculous pissing woman go up in smoke... and, with tears streaming down, watching the remnants of Mauricia's beautiful cafe artwork from last year parade around the burn in an impromptu DPW puppet show... the last of the friendly alien figures and jumping sheep... at last in the flames... a flaming sacrifice to dissolve all the bitterness... you had to be there...

---------------------------------------------- 1999 Burning Man Artwork & Theme Camp Proposal Last revision 07-10-1999 Previous: 1996, 1997, and 1998 ---------------------------------------------- (Combined) Artwork & Theme Camp Questionnaire ---------------------------------------------- General description: Trapped in a World they never made... the land that Time forgot... Flying Dinosaurs! represents the world of the first vertebrates to achieve flight. Pterosaurs (Greek for Winged Lizards) evolved contemporaneously with the Dinosaurs in the late Triassic era, 225 million years ago, and thrived for 140 million years. Pterosaurs patrolled the ancient seas of Nevada in search of aquatic food, much as the pelicans of Pyramid Lake in the present day. The primary installation is a Pteranodon with a 30-foot wingspan. Pivoting about a central support, like a weather vane, it will swing around to face the wind direction, beating its wings over the primordial sea. Participants can climb aboard and operate the articulated wings of the Pteranodon, beating them up and down as if to rise from the playa. The installation also pays tribute to Leonardo da Vinci's attempts to conceptualize mechanical flight in his sketches and writings, ideas which lay dormant for 400 years until flight became a reality. The installation is planned for the Primordium sector of the Wheel of Time. Roving Pterosaur kites and a sail-driven dinosaur on wheels may also appear.

If we can manage to make these from non-noxious fabrics and materials (rather than nylon & fiberglass) we may want to burn them late Saturday night, after parading them around on high sticks. Art-car and air-space requirements of the project will be followed. If we get really ambitious, we may build a **large** wooden dinosaur on wheels. Supersaurus, for instance, was estimated to be 130 feet long. Maybe next year... I've applied for registration for this as a Theme Camp (near 02:00 Neptune) near CWU and Yonder Camp. Plan is to fly the kites a few hundred feet out onto the open playa. We don't need to be along the Esplanade, but we need playa access, so we want to be along the last eastward spoke, at 02:00. The camp will have a hangar-like tent for working on and displaying the pieces. Questionnaire: What will the they look like? sort of a hybrid of Leonardo da Vinci & Dr. Seuss What will your camp look like? absolute prehistoric wreckage What is your theme camp or village called? Tomales Bay Explorers Club Are you interested in placement in: [required] a loud area x a quiet area center camp How many people will be participating? 10 You will arrive on the playa on what day ? Monday, August 30th Have you been to Burning Man in the past? x Yes No How many times? 3 to 5 Have you participated in a project before? x Yes No If you have, doing what? Free Mass Shower Center Camp structures Fly Ranch remodeling Water Events DPW Pedal Camp logistics What was the project's name? Free Mass Shower ('96), Windy City ('97), Free Mass Shower ('98) Were you mapped or informal? x mapped informal Who was the contact person? Bob Stahl; Karl Beckmann in '96 Will you have sound amplification? Yes x No How many (if any) generators will you bring? 1 How many large vehicles (RVs, trucks, buses) do you expect to have? 0 How many smaller vehicles? 6 Are you building a stage? Yes x No Briefly describe your visual environment / Describe your art installation in as much detail as possible (Approximate size, materials and technology being used, movable parts, etc.): - see http://home.pacbell.net/burn1999..htm - 100' diameter space for stationary Ptterosaur installation on the Wheel of Time; piece will cover a circular area 50' diameter, and should have additional viewing space around it - couple hundred feet of open space neeeded to fly kites on open playa - flock of up to 10 Pterosaur kites, fllying all day (wind permitting) - handmade; width 8' to 20' - will attempt to use canvas & wood - may use synthetics & fiberglas, in whhich case kites won't be burned - will fly on appx. 200' of rope, usingg screw anchors to tie down - anchors and ropes will be flagged at ground level - tentative: full wood scale model on wwheels of another dinosaur or two - 50' x 100' space for camp Describe your interactive element: Imagine being a tiny primitive mammal from ancient times, stalked by giant flying reptiles casting grim shadows upon a flat expanse. I expect that the sight of a minion of Pterosaurs will strike particularly primal chords in the psyche of onlookers. Briefly describe your concept and theme: Flying Dinosaurs! This will be as much an art installation as a theme camp, but I expect to be building, repairing, and displaying dinosaur kites (and tentatively other dinosaur stuff) on the street frontage. Location: near 02:00 Neptune. Will fly kites on open playa. Briefly describe how you intend to clean up after the burn: Probably just camping gear & kites to be picked up; if we build a bigger wood dinosaur, it will be burned late Saturday night at the Man. After the burn, we'll clean up our camp and help rake ashes and debris elsewhere. Are there other groups you need to be placed near? Cultural Workers Union Yonder Camp (near 02:00 Neptune) What is you website address (if any)? http://www.sirius.com/~bobstahl/burn1999.htm Would you like your project to be listed on the web site? x Yes No If yes, describe your project in two brief sentences: The Tomales Bay Explorers Club presents...Flying Dinosaurs! Trapped in a world they never made... the land that TIME forgot... the Playa is the Playground of The Giants! contact name: Bob Stahl email address: [email protected] home phone: 415-648-0997 message phone: 415-663-1651 fax: xxxxxxxxxxxx address: Bob Stahl PO Box 690 Point Reyes Station, CA 94956

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