In nessun luogo resta

The smoke comes out from the volcanic rock draws spirals; each time they are different, they change direction and dissolve formlessly. In the abandoned villages, only a few traces of a human presence remain, effigies, sculpted in a smile or depicted in a photograph. The bodies of antiquity have fallen asleep, those of the living wander aimlessly. In the end, they will meet up, for a moment, after following a tortuous path in search of what remains.