A ghostly white drum kit, encrusted with black wax, plaster, and organic matter, sits bound and entangled in thick maritime ropes, suggesting both ritual and ruin. Koh's addition of crushed insect parts, vegetable matter, and his own bodily fluids — blood and semen — transforms the work into a deeply personal and visceral relic, blurring the boundaries between the body, time, and decay. The piece pulses with a quiet, obsessive energy, evoking sleepless nights, mortality, and the haunting residue of lived experience.