"When the stars threw down their spears,

And watered heaven with their tears,

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?"

Scenes from Apichatpong Weerasethakul's "Tropical Malady" are juxtaposed with the last two stanzas of William Blake's "The Tyger" from the "Songs of Experience" collection, and is accompanied by a sound work.

This becomes a story about Western poeticism and Eastern mysticism meeting in a bar one day. Eastern mysticism thinks Western poeticism is totally cute and Western poeticism is hot for Eastern mysticism. They decide to go home together- strip off all their robes and garments and hold each other naked in the moonlight while above them, silent in the night, a fierce tiger perches on a limb.