Welcome to the

House of the Jackal King

Lead us back...

... to the light. It's so dark. I've forgotten how to play.Dear Bastard, where do we go from here?

Sometimes it feels like you are right here with me. I forgot that you are no longer on this plane.Perhaps, for one more night, we can commune beneath the stars. With the playa underfoot, and mischief our companion. Remind me of why you loved this place. Show me why we called it home.

A Note from the Team:

"Our installation is a vessel for the spirit of John Little— St. John The Bastard —whom we lost in April of 2025. His life was a flame woven into the fabric of Black Rock City. John saw the playa as temple and crucible, where work became ritual and community became art. He lived as a wanderer, builder, poet, and provocateur, carrying a philosophy that to shape this city is to shape the soul itself. For him, the desert was the only place to truly test the edges of who he was — and to draw others into that same alchemy. This memorial does not mourn; it invokes. It calls participants into the fire of transformation, where grief becomes beauty, impermanence becomes truth, and each footprint in the dust is both an offering and a memory in the making.

In honoring John, we honor the eternal cycle of creation and dissolution that defines Burning Man itself. [...] What will you gift to the fire, and what of you will remain in the dust?"

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