"Fentanyl"
I nearly walked past him before noticing him a couple of feet away on his knees, young and good looking, casually but well dressed, maybe on his way to a tech job. He was frozen with fentanyl, as gray as Lot's wife, the drug's wrapper, Medusa's curse only just drifting from his hand. He was a pillar of salt, a monument of stone to the end of the world. “Not with a bang but a whimper”.
oil on velum paper
24" x 19"
