There's a certain allure to chasing horizon lines. It's that insatiable need to discover the unknown, to what lies beyond. Each new sunrise brings a fresh vista, inviting us on paint our own stories. We collect our instruments, fueled by imagination, and journey forth, eager to uncover the beauty that resides on that shimmering line where sky meets

Yuh see Armanii pon di road dis time? Him a come from di corner an' him nah go back inna him house . 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