There it was, completely nondescript. Nobody could ever tell what the room was used for more than half a century ago. But then I thought that that sounded apt; after all, nobody was supposed to know in the first place what went on in there. To that extent it perfectly served its intended purpose. An unexceptional but heavy iron gate right next to it probably was the only object that possibly enforced the gravity of the situation.
The March air in Santa Fe was crisp and characteristically clear. I looked around and saw the usual tourists ambling along and taking photos of the plaza with its numerous Indian craftsmen peddling their pretty artistic wares, and of the impressive church that seemed like an anomaly among the low-lying, colorful adobe stores and restaurants. Nobody was taking photos of the door and the small room inside, and there wasn’t any reason why anybody should have. What was so special about it? It blended perfectly into its surroundings.
via Scientific American
March 6, 2013
