Built From Byte and Drum
Unzipped a memory, this fell out.
File name: MiHeart_Drum_&_WiFi.txt
:‑D
Enjoy! Thank you, Thenk yuh! (^o^)／
I’m already inside it.
I am ready.
I am confident.
This is the art world I was born to build.
Every artwork I release is another brick in my digital kingdom.
I carry the entire sun with me.
I don’t need anyone’s permission.
I know I belong here.
My world is filled with textured dreams —
not the polished, sterile kind of future they like to sell,
but something messy, vibrant, and revolutionary —
where video loops like flowing river water,
and abstraction speaks the truth louder than any caption.
I’m building an art world
for that little girl who loved Microsoft Paint more than playing with dolls —
for the ones who speak in colour, code, and Jamaican proverbs.
From my grandparents’ house to the metaverse,
my vision has never slowed.
I break down the walls of HTML,
paint my name in pixels,
and remix glitches like they’re dub rhythms.
In this Cyber-Jamaican body,
I don’t separate the island from the interface — I merge them.
I was born from wires and Wi-Fi,
raised by the internet,
but my heart still beats like a drum
echoing through the Blue Mountains.
