It seems like nothing special is going on with them - only arguments about Nabokov and evolution, costumed erotic games, poems, dreams, only love. What is this? Homemade porn with a pretense of literary centricity or the archive of a strange but real family, isolated in their enchanted kingdom near the forest and the sea? Why do they write these crazy texts, why do they even record conversations, laughter, moans... and endlessly edit and reread? Have they found the secret of happiness? Do they see the future that they talk about so much... or are they the future?Cover: La Bella Principessa by Leonardo da Vinci. Contains obscene language.