Nerves has been going around snapping candid photographs of our last semester in University ever since she bought a digital camera, video camcorder and mp3 player gadget all rolled into one. And she wonders why the batteries take eons to charge but run out all too quickly.
Owing to her mission to capture remnants of college life before time runs out, I have found myself an unwitting character in her home-made videos more often than once. A typical closing scene would have me looking into the lens and asking, "Are you using that stupid video cam again?" to which she would reply with a "yar?" trailing off at the end.
Observing yourself on film and listening to your own voice on a recorded message must rank as two of the weirdest activities though they seem deceptively innocuous. It doesn't seem like much, but often people find their voice "funny" when they hear it for the first time, though Celine Dion probably lacks that level of self-consciousness.
Once Nerves zoomed in on my writing hand as I was working on a sum, all five fingers nipping the tip of the pen. The camera panned around to her face. "Look at the way he writes." she whispered, her eyebrows raised in an arch. "Weird." And it was, too.
