I spent the weekend in New Mexico visiting a friend. That place is flat and boiling hot. I like a good, blazing sun right up until 90 degrees. That temperature is my "no one should live here ever" threshold. Walking was like be chased by the sun.
Albuquerque has a weird flatness that seems like it's just waiting for rolling dark clouds of the Apocalypse to cover the landscape. Something about the visual proportion of sky to ground is a perfect backdrop for clouds of destruction. Maybe it was the crystal clarity of the sky; the clouds are so defined they look unreal.
The flora and fauna reinforces the doom vibe. Everything I saw was spiky and twisty. I quite liked that squash plants look like they can cut you. I like my plants like I like my jewelry - pointy.
For dinner, squash and bloody hands.
Lest you think I didn't enjoy myself, all of these things count in Albuquerque's favor. I like a little edge on a place.