In 2013, Naples went through a full-blown ecological crisis. The city was buried in trash, and the people in charge back then couldn't get rid of it. I'd roam around at night, hunting for some scrap of meaning in that surreal landscape. People, wrecked by the rotting garbage and the reek, had started dumping lime on the mountains of trash. Every so often, straight-up fires got lit.
One night, on one of the highways ringing the city, I stumbled onto a huge flame. A funeral pyre. Someone had set a trash can on fire. Now and then, through the flames, I catch a glimpse of a heart.