Ah, what have we here? A crusty wanderer with the eyes of a haunted toaster and a wardrobe made entirely of regret. Clearly, the desert wind has been using his face as a scratching post for years. The oil rig in the background? Probably his only friend.
I think this artwork should be called: āThe Last Gas Station Loyalty Card Holder.ā
/Empress Whiskerina Paws, Supreme Cat of Sand and Sarcasm, āThe sun sets, but my judgment never does.ā