I saw Edoardo De Angelis' movie "Indivisible" in an almost empty movie theater. Conjoined twins sing for money (father reaps the benefits) and take part in obscure religious rituals.
The twin sisters are beautiful, the images in the movie as well. If love is melting together perversion and illness are unavoidable.
What if we cannot make a distinction between our own body and the other person's body, between outside and inside, between me and you? Romanticism: dying together is better than living apart.