Dear dédé, I hope life’s been treating you well. All the turmoil in the world has me buggin’ as of late, but you know what? When the mind accepts facts on this plane of livin’, knowledge be the key, so I stick to the rhythm. I hear ocean waves in harmony with the saxophone, hands flying over the keys of life and dull drums drawing closer until the infinite snare introduces the boom & bip. And so, the vision that was planted in my brain still remains. Until we meet again, old friend. Penpals.