But who needs sleep, when there really are amazing things to see in the day as well? And if you're like me, you'd stay up all day just to find an answer to that age old question, "Why hasn't someone created a giant replica of Marcel Duchamp's Urinal, made out of burnable material, with a small night club inside?"

Or incomprehensible art that has something to do with math and crystaline structures? Wow, do I feel stupid when I look at this. And that ain't just the liquor talkin'.

I'd lose all kinds of vampire sleep to see a giant dust devil approach the Temple of Honor...

Or the Temple of Gravity, which used enormous pieces of granite as pendulous forms.

And it was in the daytime I ran across this creature, menacing a cluster of hippie camps. "Fuckin' Volvo-drivin' stinky sons o' bitches!" he snarled.

Day time certainly offered the best reading light for the multitude of signs. My personal favorites are usually posted inside the porta-potties, and I always forget to bring a camera into the can. This year, many of the Temples of Excremeditation bore screeds against "hovering," saying "You can't get diseases through your ass cheeks!"

And some signage spoke to me on a deeper level.

But when you get right down to it, there's no sign like home. And our's was only lit at night.