When Childish Gambino dropped This Is America, he didn’t just make a song — he detonated a truth bomb. It was slick, it was chaotic, and it was honest in a way that made people uncomfortable. That’s what real art does — it doesn’t beg for likes. It confronts.
This Is America holds a mirror to the system — glamor on the surface, violence underneath. Celebration of Black culture, exploitation of Black bodies. Distractions everywhere, justice nowhere. The message? This isn’t a glitch. It’s by design.
And that’s the same fire that forged Time-Place.
We don’t exist to play the game — we exist because we despise it. A system built to commodify authenticity, silence dissent, and profit off culture it doesn’t understand? Nah. We’re not with that. Time-Place is for the ones who see through it. The ones who refuse to shrink. The ones who move differently.
This isn’t just about sunglasses. This is about defiance. Identity. Vision — literal and metaphorical.
Because this is America. But Time-Place is proof you don’t have to play by its rules.