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Day 136

“Remind me to leave at seven,” she instructed him, her tone serious. Her face was bright, though, a smile dancing on her lips, and he could only smile back.

“Of course,” he replied. He had had every intention of keeping that promise, of reminding her to leave when the hour was up.

He was staying up late, writing at his desk, when the lamps distracted him. He had already long stripped off his tie, his jacket, his button-down, and his shoes. All he had left was his t-shirt, his pants, and his socks; his belt was being removed as he stared at the tasseled edges of the lampshades. She had fallen partially asleep, a book on her chest, still in all of her work clothes. He moved his eyes from the lamps, to her, and back to the lamps. He sighed.

The clock read 6:55 already. He knew he had to wake her up, and he honestly had every intention of doing so when he crossed the room to her. He bent over and lifted the book off her chest, and it was then she stirred. She blinked and smiled at him, stretching her arms up above her head. Her hair had formed a soft halo around her head on the pillow.

“Hey,” she said softly. He played with the worn edge of the old book, trying to keep himself distracted so that he would remember what he had come over for.

“Hey,” he repeated back, his eyes focused on the book. She reached out and touched his wrist lightly with her fingertips. “You’ve got-”

“Did you save my page?” she interrupted, not even seeming to have noticed that he had been speaking. She motioned to the book when he just stared at her.

“I- Yes, I suppose I did.” He held the book up as proof, his middle finger caught between the pages where she had been reading. “Did you have a bookmark?”

“No, I was planning on finishing it,” she replied, her fingers wrapping around his wrist. She tugged gently. “Read it to me. Please?”

He finally looked at her; not at the book, not at the pillows, not at the lamp - directly at her. She smiled, but it was soft, sweet, and he forget entirely what he had to do. He climbed over her, into the bed beside her. She pressed against his side, her head beside his upper arm as he propped his head up on his hand. He held up the book so they could both see, and she pointed out her place for him.

“‘Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy — one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure, but turn out to have been the pleasure itself,’” he read, his voice low and quiet. At some point, nearly lulled into sleep by the calm, even tone of his voice, she had looked over at his clock. It had gone far past seven - she did not even bother counting how far past the hour it was. She reached over and pulled the tassel to shut off the lamp.

  Based off this picture with total disregard for the actual plot but with total regard for the actual people characters.

The book is Tender Is The Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald.

Day 123

There was one man. One man left, in the entire world, all alone. He stared at the sky and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

When the sky turned dark, he shivered, and it shocked him out of his absent stare. His thoughts had vanished at some point as he stared out into the middle space. He blinked and looked down.

“Hello?” he asked, though he knew no answer would come. They all left. They were all gone. They all left him behind, and here he was, trapped on the Earth all by his lonesome. “Anybody?”

The echo of his voice came back to him. He sighed and ran his hand through his uncut hair. On his way back to the house he had set up to be his home, he happened upon the little dog he had found wandering through the trash in the streets, another one found in the nothingness. He scratched the dog’s head and led them along.

One more day, he thought. I’ll just wait for one more day.

The next day was very much the same.

As was the next.

And the next.

Day 29

What are we living for, if not ourselves? Do we not see that no one cares about our individual lives, save for us? And even we forget how to live, entwined as we are in the lives of others; we spend our lives living for others, forced to live for people besides ourselves, and, in doing so, forget what life truly is.

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I’ve been resisting this because everyone and their mother is doing it, but… I do like this idea. And I can always take more photos. As long as I resolve not to feel guilty if I take them all with my phone instead of my camera, I’m doing it.

i need to takemorepictures. This seems like a good excuse.

I may give this a shot, though it will have to be all phone pictures, since I do not have an actual camera anymore.

I might do this on my personal ohaeohae

Sounds interesting

The 365 Films Challenge

Short and Sweet Overview: Watch 365 films in the year 2012.

What Is This Challenge? Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to spend the next year delving into the world of film by watching one film that you have never seen before per day.

How Do I Participate? The extent of how you participate is totally up to you, however it is recommended that you post some form of a review, whether it be as simple as a star rating or as extensive as a critical film analysis. Some also do graphics along with their reviews.

When Do We Start? Like most 365 challenges, the best day to start is January 1st so that you end on December 31st.

But Isn’t This A Leap Year? It Should Be 366. Consider it a free day or a bonus film, I could care less.

What If I Can’t Watch A Film Each Day? No one is monitoring how you reach 365 films, so if you fall behind or watch ahead a few movies, that is your choice.

How Am I Going To Find 365 Films To Watch? I suggest signing up for iCheckMovies and start with their top movies lists. You’re bound to find something you haven’t seen before.

Recommended Tags: #365films, #365 film challenge

Maybe... Just Maybe...

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The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the keyhole. This time, all he saw was red. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?” The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."

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