Cool Retreat to a Night Cut-Off from Civilization

Civilization, that's what they call it, but there's nothing civil about it. My friend died when I was 19, he was 17. I painted this for his family, becasue this is what we did. Late at night, we found fields to just stand in. We would stand in silence and just look around, say a few words, stand in silence. Each night we would perhaps have to find a new one because of whatever. It doesn't look finished, but I don't know what else I would put in it.