I can’t believe how good it looks, for all the lunacy and exile boojum soaked into the ground. I can’t believe that elm tree hasn’t fallen yet and taken out the wall. I can’t believe a bear broke half a pear tree down right after I moved in, and the rest took ten years to die. I can’t believe I clean the chimney with a stick. I can’t believe the piñon burns so hot. I can’t believe this works so well, for all the useless desperation of the past. New Mexico, they got this down. The basic stuff was always here.