Last week, walking around the town where I live, I saw this bizarre looking family portrait of sorts.

It’s an old poster locked behind a plate of glass. Water has gotten in and deformed the faces, twisted skulls and stretched vertebrae. But the couple’s hands remain in tact, locked in a permanent moldy embrace. And the young girl in the background seems more a tormented spirit, laughing perhaps at the plot she is forever condemned to plan but never carry out… Or perhaps her gaze is more innocent. Who knows.