A tree stays rooted and still despite extreme weather conditions. As Monsoon winds halt to a calm spring quiet within minutes apart, the tree will remain where it was before and during the powerful wind attack. It takes life with a permanent nonchalance, always centred within the eternal ebb and flow. It breathes and follows natures sporadic and murky movements like the ultimate boxer, ducking and weaving and gliding and obsessively observing himself with relentless endeavour. A tree will always float in the background as omnipotent ambience. Two lovers are in silent existential peril about if they really love each other or not (despite all feelings of intense want and lust for one another) and tree will just float calming above, its leaves quietly observing and chatting amongst themselves. This EP investigates the calm chaos of human subjectivity, of all your internal demons kissing and killing you, like a medieval study of metaphysics.