You’re back at her house now, talking into the night. You’re talking about art and expression and suppression, and this is when you bring up the film Moonlight. You saw it first at a free screening in east London, and were struck by how a mood could be expressed through colour, the vivid palette Liberty City offers providing the backdrop for a story you began to increasingly feel in your chest. Blues and pinks and purples. When you left the cinema, you could not speak. When you rode the train home, you could not speak.
