Nostalgia, FOREVER

Ocean’s poetry grows wilder as “White Ferrari” progresses, and yet the final message is so accessible: “We’re free to roam.”

“Close to You” is no simple interlude; it is a calling out into the void for ease.

“I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the heart’s affections and the truth of imagination.”

“Every night fucks every day up / Every day patches the night up.”

“Good Guy” presents a Frank Ocean bereft of peace.

“Self Control,” produced by Malay, Jon Brion, and Frank Ocean, is all about timing and the losses which come by way of poor timing in love.

There is so much to miss in this life. If we’re not careful, it feels like we could spend entire days pining after what was.

“Within Frank’s fresh hell, he finds his heaven.”

“Pink + White” might feel disjointed and abrupt on first pass, but the song works as ‘Blonde’ works, as living memory.

The fantasy of “Ivy” is peace itself.

I speak so obtusely because, four years on, it’s still hard for me to wrap my mind around what “Nikes” means to me.

With “End,” we’re just left to stew in our feelings.

First loves slip between our fingers and into the air of our past.

“Pink Matter” breaks down the ways in which Frank Ocean heralds the female form.

Is there anything worse than pouring yourself into a person ultimately not worth your energy?

Do we accept the person we love, not solely their image?

I can’t pull myself away from writing.

This is art, Frank says. It demands our full presence.

What else is there to say, except love makes little sense?

How can Frank Ocean truly leave behind what once felt so good?

“Real love, I’m searching for a real love.”

“Why see the world, when you got the beach?”

“We’re behaving like teenagers.”

“My eyes don't shed tears, but boy, they pour when…”