Call Me When the Wind Blows

An elderly man with gray hair and a beard stands inside a white phone booth, holding a rotary phone to his ear and a straw hat in his other hand, surrounded by leafy green trees.

In Japan, a telephone booth not connected to any line offers a space for the bereaved to connect with their beloved that passed away. Call me When The Wind Blows is a poetic invitation to confront our emotions, grief, and the profound fear of death.

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