We are in a place between here and there, now and then- a permeable space. The ghosts come and go. Uncle Boonmee says his suffering is karma for having killed so many communists in his youth and so many insects on his farm.
A princess makes love to a talking carp.
After his death we return to a world of hotel rooms and karaoke bars. His relatives sit on the bed and watch TV. Or do they go out and have a meal? No matter; either way, it is much less real.