Something about unique circumstance and desolation in particular just hits me in a particular part of my brain.
One of the most surreal and powerful moments in my life was pulling over in the middle of complete desolation in northwestern Namibia to wander the desert in the middle of the night. It was lit by a full moon, and the entire world was this shade of soft, ethereal purple I hadn't seen before and probably never will again. It was illuminating this tremendous expanse of landscape sparsely populated by utterly alien flora. In some ways it just felt right to be as utterly alone as I could be, in an alien situation I couldn't have imagined even 6 months prior.