There's a certain allure about chasing horizon lines. It's that insatiable need to explore the unknown, towards what lies over the edge. Each new sunrise brings a fresh vista, inviting us to paint our own adventures. We collect our maps, fueled by dreams, and journey forth, eager to trace the beauty that awaits on that shimmering line where sea mee

Yuh see Armanii pon di road dis time? Him a come from di corner an' him nah go back inna him car. All di traffic a stop. Di police dem try to stop him but Armanii nah listen. Him jus keep shoutin' '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.