What is it about this place? My insides process things here they don't get to in quite the same way anywhere else. Are our emotions wrapped up in a space, in a place? Is our emotional body somehow connected to the very air that surrounds us, that contains us? It's not that I don't feel things elsewhere—but what I feel here is something that is as distant, deep and expansive as the stars in the New Mexico night sky. It is something old—like the landscape itself.