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 gather our instruments, fueled by dreams, and journey forth, eager to trace the beauty that awaits on that shimmering line wher

Yuh see Armanii pon di road dis time? Man walkin' to di corner an' him nah go back inna him car. 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.