A simple prop

An invitation to the REM concert at the Greek Theater in Berkeley is always a good way to celebrate a return home. A lovely concert, plastic amp dinosaurs and all. Sprinkles brought binoculars and we whiled away the time before REM came on intruding on people’s personal lives with our secret eyes. There was a man in the audience, way down in the front, who we made up a little story about. He sat by himself and looked tragically sad, not appearing to know anyone around him. While we shot the shit and gave him a name and made up his life story, I still felt bad for him in a way that only a spying stranger who’s seen something she doesn’t think she’s supposed to can. Whenever I put the binoculars down and tried to find him in the crowd without them, he was but an unrecognizable speck in a sea of animated color. I suspect this is what I look like most of the time to many people, except for the few who get close enough to see the details.

If you have a chance, check out Sprinkles’ ridiculous video through binoculars. How does that even work?