There's a certain allure in chasing horizon lines. It's that insatiable need to venture the unknown, towards what lies over the edge. Each new sunrise brings a fresh panorama, inviting us into paint our own experiences. We collect our instruments, fueled by dreams, and embark forth, eager to uncover the beauty that unfolds on that shimmering line w

Yuh see Armanii pon di road dis time? Man walkin' to di corner an' him nah go back inna him yard . All di traffic a stop. Di police dem try talk to him but Armanii nah listen. Him jus keep shoutin' 'bout how {di road belong to him| him need fi walk dis way| di government wrong'. Man nuh know what him want but him sure say nobody nah pass through.