The forgotten are all those the world has stopped looking at. Every single frame here shows life put to the test by madness, and whether in Italy or in Africa the bewilderment is the same.

Bispuri seems to hold the power of catching the moment when pain becomes plastic, visible to the point of anguish; to that ability he joins stubbornness, because reaching certain frames takes time, self-denial and years — the years he devoted to the subject of mental illness.