Roshambo (Rock, Paper, Scissors)

I am obsessed with short films lately! This one is a series (which, like with books, I love).

These films follow a couple as they let games of Roshambo (Rock, Paper, Scissors) decide their fate.

Roshambo (Part 1)

Roshambo: Rock (Part 2)

Roshambo: Paper-Scissors (Part 3)

 

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Meaningless

Yes, Requiem for a Dream is a crazy movie about addiction. That said, this is one of my favorite movie scenes ever. This moment between the two characters is so simple and real.

Personally I think it is impossible to watch this movie and not feel something.

Porcelainia

Porcelainia is the art of Bob Jaber. This man has such a beautiful way of looking at art and loving what you create.

I love these quotes of his:

“It’s a personal thing, as art should be personal.”

“It’s not what you start with, or what you end up with. It’s what’s in the beginning and the end that’s the meaning of the whole act of creation.”

Spending twenty years combining your passions and doing what you love is a wonderful thing to aspire to.

I Don’t Mind

And if I had the time to solve the mystery of your crime you know I would,
If I had to shape the form of your mechanical design you know I could,
Well I’ve been up and down the lanes to lose the memory
Of your name and sword taken from the stone,
Put in the lake but I have mended up my heart
And I have nothing more than bones to break,

But I said I do believe in all the endless roads you weave,
You may climb,
You may fall,
You could spend your lifetime on the wall,
I don’t mind,

If I had the hand to take the blood out of the sand to make it dry,
And if I knew the birth and all the secrets of the earth I won’t ask why,
Well I’ve been in and out of windows just,
To try to find a doorway,
I’ve broken off the mud that is weight upon my shoes but I’ve,
Mended up my heart and I have nothing more than time to lose,

But I said I do believe in all the endless roads you weave,
You may climb,
You may fall,
You could spend your lifetime on the wall,
I don’t mind,

If I could look within the endless tears upon your skin would I go blind,
If I could carve your face upon an unfamiliar place would I be kind,
I’ve seen visions of a ghost that stands upon a ragged sleeve,
Of all my faded dreams that I have broken at the seams but I,
Mended up my heart and I have nothing more than sorrow on the breeze,

But I said I do believe in all the endless roads you weave,
You may climb,
You may fall,
You could spend your lifetime on the wall,
I don’t mind (8x’s)

You, My Love

Sun falls down like the memory of a sword,
Turned everything from gold into grey.
There’s a light that still finds your face,
Giving all the dust and shadows a name.

And the night turns just as cold as the surface of the moon,
Showing nothing more than sorrow and the faith,
There’s a sight sitting slowly in my mind,
With a sound that is waking up the shade.
With a sound that is waking up the shade.

It’s you, my love, so kind are your eyes,
I see them in the darkest skies.
If it’s true, my love, I’ve got to see the way
I’ll love you till my dying day.

(Dying day)

A feeling hits your heart like an arrow in the snow,
Waking all the blood that’s sweeping in your veins.
It’s alright for it that you don’t really know
Just how the water’s going to deal with your remains.

Just how the water’s going to deal with your remains…

There’s a spirit in your mind, I can see it in your eyes,
Like a gift you bring to ease a trouble too.
Where we cast another storm beneath the sad stained moon,
And wait to find ourselves alone,
In a room.

And wait to find ourselves alone…

It’s you my love, so kind are your eyes,
I see them in the darkest skies.
If it’s true, my love, I’ve got to see the way
I’ll love you till my dying day.

It’s true, my love, so kind are your eyes,
I see them in the darkest skies.
If it’s true, my love, I’ve got to see the way
I’ll love you till my dying day.

Dying day…

“Yet this one fateful day, full of circumstantial commotion, a series of events were set into motion. And every small moment that happens to be may change your life’s meaning in just six degrees.”

Just one small change, even a tiny degree, and your life could be utterly changed for better or for worse. Not just your life, but the lives of those surrounding you. It’s such a scary, yet thrilling, idea. Can every thought, action, word spoken, change the course of your life or someone else’s so dramatically? How much of life is fate? How much is pure coincidence? How much can we truly control?

Watching these stories is an interesting way to see how much of our lives and actions are entwined with those around us.

What are your thoughts on fate?

6°-Part 1

6°-Part 2

“We cannot predict life’s utter unkindness.”