When this album was conceived, it was intended to sound something like it does today, but as I worked on it off and on, small bits and pieces of its character were left along the side of the road as I discovered new things about this music and how I wanted it to be received. The version of "On the Way Down" that you hear is not progressive, lengthy, and full of grandiose like I had initially envisioned it to be. Instead, it is a collage of sorts, comprised of everything worth saving out of a couple months' worth of musical experimentation, in the end only accounting for around twenty minutes of audio – one side of a record. It is extremely short, fairly simplistic, and incredibly noisy, with pieces of music that seem to fall harshly, unannounced, and out of place in front of the listener, often without a fitting transition. It is meant to be an easily-digested, quick listen. It is a concentrated burst of anger and callousness, directed at a very tough time in my life and the person(s) that caused it. It is not for the faint of heart.