This is one of those rare pieces that manages to hold so much at once: exile, belonging, music, and the stubborn hope that we can still dance even when the world feels heavy. The way you connect Marley and Tinariwen, and show how the movement itself becomes meaning, really lands. Maybe that's all any of us can do: notice the struggle, honor it, and keep moving, together or alone. Thanks for the reminder that the journey is worth making, even if we never quite arrive.