Sunday, sweaty Sunday. A day before Black Rock City officially opens to the public, theme camps start the arduous process of setup. And Meat Camp was no exception. By the time I arrived, Joe and everyone else had already set up our main shelter. Matthew's dome protected us from anything the desert could throw at us, and looked like a big tit, to boot. As it lactated a pulsing yellow light at night, who among us could ask for anything more?