NFT artist/offline painter, mother of two. From Ukraine.

...gas stations have always awakened my imagination, especially those that stand alone, like lighthouses in the steppes and deserts, attracting people like a balcony lantern beckoning insects and bats on a warm night who are these two who will be found at dawn? who is the third one that will never be found? Is jealousy often the last chord in a symphony of passionate people whose sense of ownership takes precedence over their sense of life? what has these two seen at the last moment? how long will their eyes remain open, and will they reflect the moon and dawn as they reflect the sunset now? did he hug her knee for the last time, or did his arm fall by accident after the body ceased to be his body? what will happen to the third whose life may have ended that night too? how long will this gas station exist? where is this Mustang going? and who will come next?