My stock of essentials has been doubled by the new arrivals.
I'm not entirely positive, because I haven't spoken to the artist, but I believe that it is his rendition of the glorious sunrise over the Hindu Kush reflected in the greasy effluent of indeterminate origin that collects in every gutter.*
*Actually, I'm kidding. The green-gray slime in the gutters (and the streets and every low spot in this town) is not of indeterminate origin. It has a very specific and nasty point of origin which I won't go into here. Suffice it to say the Kabuli plumbing leaves something to be desired.