The funny thing is I've seen this exact image in real-life (well, sans cigarette smoke at the time). My hometown is a little place called Port Huron, MI, which happens to be right across the river from Sarnia, Ontario, and an little area called "Chemical Valley." On more than one clear, summer night I would find myself driving up the St. Clair River, a giant moon reflected off the water to my left. I would pull into a little park, outside of Marine City, and sit on a wooden bench beneath the most beautiful willow tree you could imagine...and there, across the river were the twinkling lights and flames of the vast industrial complexes, trying their damndest to look innocent- but failing miserably at it.