²ßÛ ÛßÛ Ûßß ÛßÛ ßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßß ß ßßß ß ß ßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßWhat is this all about anyways? Where is everything headed? Direction? This is a collection of recent ansis... try as I might, I can't escape myself. Perhaps with other works you can find a distinct un-reality... but with these, I don't know. The flaws are what make them special. It's late at night. Nearly 2am. I release, and am quick about it.