That Big Basin, where all of the water pools to the center, and down, to an unending cavern of containing. Going nowhere, and just sitting there, resting underneath the hot and mysterious, under the parched sink. That void that forces us inward. Our natural mapping of external surroundings is turned upside down, where the lengths between things suddenly become too big and long and far and wide for our minds to grasp, capture and process. The flat bottomlands, the sagebrush sea, make a haze through the distance. It distorts time and space, creating the immaculate void of the desert.