The odds of me living to see tomorrow are equivalent to the odds of my demise occurring in the next three minutes. Iā€™m just thankful I had the opportunities to fly within my craft and the space for my work to exist in its entirety.

Thank you to not only the loved ones who contributed to these stills, but also my good friends at The Half. You all allowed 10 year old Zai to feel real. Until next time, watch this Black Boy Fly.

- Zai

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