There's a certain allure in chasing horizon lines. It's that insatiable desire to venture the unknown, towards what lies afar. Each new sunrise brings a fresh canvas, inviting us to paint our own stories. We collect our compasses, fueled by curiosity, and set forth, eager to witness the beauty that awaits on that shimmering line where sea meets inf

Yuh see Armanii pon di road dis time? He deh gwaan fi di corner an' him nah go back inna him yard . All di traffic a lock up . Di police dem try get him attention but Armanii nah listen. Him jus keep singin' '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