26. video.
[shinji's room looks like a wrecking crew went through it. boxes are in pieces, books are scattered throughout the room (many have pages torn out), even the bed didn't make it. the sheets were torn off and the pillow ripped in half. whoever did this was angry--furious, even.
shinji stands in the middle of the room with his back turned to the camera, shoulders heaving from ragged breaths. sunlight, weak as it is due to the light fog outside, illuminates his left hand as it curls and uncurls into a fist over and over and over and over and. he shakes his head and looks around at the mess. he seems surprised. confused. this wasn't how his room was before. digging the heels of his hands into weary and bag laden eyes, he collapses onto the stripped bed.
but in the twenty remaining minutes of the video, there is no sleep. only a blank stare towards a too familiar ceiling.]
shinji stands in the middle of the room with his back turned to the camera, shoulders heaving from ragged breaths. sunlight, weak as it is due to the light fog outside, illuminates his left hand as it curls and uncurls into a fist over and over and over and over and. he shakes his head and looks around at the mess. he seems surprised. confused. this wasn't how his room was before. digging the heels of his hands into weary and bag laden eyes, he collapses onto the stripped bed.
but in the twenty remaining minutes of the video, there is no sleep. only a blank stare towards a too familiar ceiling.]