Indefinite & Jetfire
Ever felt the rush of a stunt that suddenly turns into a headline? I just smashed a record on the city skyline, and the crowd was buzzing like a live wire. Do you ever write a napkin poem that captures that wild spark, or do you let it just drift off into something else?
What flavor does the city sky taste after you jump? I’ll scribble a line on a napkin, then let it evaporate in the wind. What do you keep, the record or the rush?