Friday night was the first time I drove at night since getting back from Burning Man. As I was driving along, I saw a couple of people crossing the road up ahead. They were wearing fairly dark clothes, and the road wasn’t very well lit. My first thought was a somewhat indignant “Why aren’t those people wearing lights?”, and my second thought was “Wait, what? Hehehe.” And then it happened again with the next set of people, walking along the footpath, and the next. I imagine the effect will wear off, as I get used to people walking in the dark without EL wire or glowsticks or Christmas-tree lights. But right now my brain still classifies it as a bit reckless, a bit silly, and a bit inconsiderate to walk around at night without personal lighting.