Breath is redirection. A convergence of signals to expel a line that pierces its course, and etches a valley of low-lying pools we must then engage and interpret. Our existence influences that of those miles away thanks to our ever evolving displacement. Our speech impresses upon the world an inheritance of motion and wonder that can never be retracted upon the dawn. We breath life into the world like a kite fluttering against the breeze.

I'm thankful for my breath. For the opportunity to make mistakes; and learn from them. I have an infinite affinity for life, the gangsta bitch that she is. One time for getting old. It sure beats the alternative.

This show is all hip-hop, and dedicated to the memory of DJ Tapedek. One love.

photo credit: DoDo Jin Ming