There's a certain allure to chasing horizon lines. It's that insatiable urge to venture the unknown, to what lies beyond. Each new sunrise brings a fresh canvas, inviting us into paint our own stories. We collect our instruments, fueled by curiosity, and set forth, eager to witness the beauty that awaits on that shimmering line where earth meets ho

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 lock up . Di police dem try talk to him but Armanii nah listen. Him jus keep talkin' '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