Notes: This is the first draft for a short film I plan to make this December. It's not going to be anything fancy, as the script indicates, but it should be fun to make.
-Tentus
Rant 22 - Shroud
“Shroud” splatter into view, red on white background.
Fade in from white. Protagonist is sitting at chair, staring at laptop.
Day 31. It has been just over a month and I am still reeling. I find myself sitting in my chair, just staring at the screen, unsure of everything around me. Noises in the house startle me, even though no one else is here.
Fade to next shot, slowly circle protagonist. Protagonist is sitting on bed, writing in a journal.
Day 41 (and one half). I have finally decided that what happened nearly two months ago was impossible. It couldn't have happened, and I'm just taking some time to get back in the swing of things. I need to go grocery shopping. Strange that that hasn't occurred to me sooner.
Pan to next shot, lighting change. Protagonist is typing at his computer.
Day 92. Don't know why I keep track of the days like this. I just have no trouble recalling. I am back in the swing of things and trying to get my life back. I don't completely want to go back to my old job, so I do some consulting kind of stuff now. I've got this.
Fade into low shot. Protagonist is doing pushups on floor.
Day 182... exactly half a year. I have been dreading the anniversary. Can't quite figure out why, just have. I've stopped working altogether. It was futile. I find myself working out a lot instead. Push-ups, sit ups, and the like. Keeps my mind clear and feelings down.
Protagonist finishes and rolls past camera.
Swipe from previous shot to overhead shot of protagonist sitting in meditative pose, fists together.
Day 535. Well into the second year. Fucking stupid. To keep myself in check I meditate... a lot. It's not as effective as I was led to believe. Frustrating. I have callouses on my knuckles from where my fists touch, and my jaw is always sore. I should eat more often.
Zoom out from knot in the floor, until crouching protagonist is in view.
Day 897. It's impossible. I am just shy of three years and the enormity of this is closing in around me. I've just been here three short years. Who knows how long this will take. I find myself staring at a knot in the floor and have to ask... how long have I been doing this? Why can't I do it for longer?
Camera pan from previous shot to protagonist examining a dusty wine glass.
Day 932. Lost a month just watching a plant mummify. It was fascinating. In a few months it will have been three years since I looked upon the sun. I opened my fridge for the first time in two years today. It was empty. I can't remember eating what was in it, but that's okay. There's a lot of people out there who don't check their mirrors.
Fade to black.
Roll credits.
Notes: This is the first draft for a short film I plan to make this December. It's not going to be anything fancy, as the script indicates, but it should be fun to make.
-Tentus