A nocturnal soliloquy unfolds through Poppy, a night cleaner and phone sex operator, as she oscillates between the opposing roles, her voice revealing a haunting tale of precarious isolation and a life suspended in stasis.
Like floating through a dream, the caller’s (viewer’s) gaze lingers, drifting across the imagined female form, the hazy static, and the nameless figures that fill the night with spectral presence.