There's a certain allure to chasing horizon lines. It's that insatiable urge to venture the unknown, towards what lies beyond. Each new sunrise brings a fresh vista, inviting us to paint our own adventures. We assemble our maps, fueled by imagination, and set forth, eager to uncover the beauty that unfolds on that shimmering line where sky meets li

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 Armanii dem try talk to him 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