I am in a flat, dusty, desert state. Scattered low white buildings are tinged with the slight yellow of dust from the air. Flat, flat as far as the eye can see; about half a mile before the sun and the dust dissolve everything into a white haze.
This is the land of a man wearing a Texan hat with a straight face. A land where people buy, read, and believe what they read in USA Today. Haircuts are homely, and from the eighties. Lavatories are labeled directly "Men" and "Women" - no "Gents" or "Female" or other circumlocutions here. The various kiosks all sell chicken in a thousand guises, but I expect I can get cattle from a vending machine if I really want beef.
I realise as I write this that I don't actually know where I am. But I won't be here for more than a few hours, so does it matter?
