Going Through the Door
I got in a little over my head. I came up with a few things I wanted to do, but they didn't work out. I got somewhat frustrated. I ended up making a storyboard based on a little script I had written, but I didn't finish the storyboard because it ended up getting a lot more involved.
I would like to finish it out, and I'll post the script I had for it below. It's about a somewhat philosophical corgi in his last days. I hope this is acceptable. I think you still get a good idea of what the shots would look like if I had been able to actually film them.
https://youtu.be/kybQcWLFF1k
Going Through the Door
People come and go. I have watched them enter and exit for thirteen years. They step through the door, sometimes never to return. I worry that those I love will leave me, and they have. In my lifetime, I have watched my siblings grow from children into adults, and I have watched them go through the door. I wait for them, but I can't wait long. While they are only beginning their lives, my fur grays and my body tires. I am old, and there isn't much left in me.
But I take solace in the idea that everything is temporary. This separation, this pain, this life. The universe itself. I know that soon I will leave too. I will go through that door, and I will not come back. But that my path intersected theirs, that I lived in this time and with these people, will last me.
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