There's a certain allure about chasing horizon lines. It's that insatiable need to discover the unknown, towards what lies beyond. Each new sunrise brings a fresh vista, inviting us into paint our own experiences. We collect our compasses, fueled by dreams, and journey forth, eager to trace the beauty that resides on that shimmering line where eart

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