ULLAMBANA

Summer 2041, Tokyo. 20 years after the pandemic. Ullambana, festivities where the living celebrate the dead and the dead celebrate the living, to advance and pro! ter life. Sounds rustle, drums beat; words become precious objects. Faces, bodies, absences. A line drawing, chiseled. The images of Miss Nagata take our hand gently, to get us into the dance.

THE BOOK IS IN FRENCH AND JAPANESE