This is my second favorite from this short story collection. The narration and dialogues flow naturally as we follow a seemingly schizophrenic homeless piromanic person who talks to cans that he carries around in a bag. They insctuct him to light religious places on fire until he meets Kim who he shares a meal with and falls in love. We then learn that the cans were maybe not just his brain playing games with him... Or were they just hallucinations?