It's not that I belong to a Doomsday cult (!), but that the view from my window here in Twin Peaks often looks like this.
This kind of brooding scenery, as if painted in oil, is best enjoyed with a quotation from the Book of Revelation, a glass of dry red wine (preferably, from the Caucasus), early Samael releases (or Beethoven, i.e., metal or classical).
And smirk.
But you probably knew that already!