On a late Saturday morning
when the languor fell away we ran out into sunlight,
it beamed on the targets on our brown backs. Mid-way
through a game I wanted to see you from the
sideline so I took a seat and followed the lines your
body made under flood lights. In my car, the gauges
and incandescent bulbs turned us different shades of
blue. When we arrived we paid to stare off into sil-
ver screens and they wouldn't shine any light on our
situation. And for so long it was like we didn't exist.
― Frank Ocean in his foreword for "Moonlight"