Through Windsor and on the video screens, they waved at the nameless hordes. They waved from their wrists, in quick, short strokes, as if scrubbing out a spot in the air; to wave any bigger would have burned through the muscle energy required to keep their arms in constant motion for the duration of the twenty minute procession. In less than a year — in fewer than six hours, if you peg it to live TV coverage — Ms. Markle had gone from essentially unknown to one of the most famous people on the planet. More than 100,000 people had traveled to Windsor to be in the vicinity of an invitation-only event of which she was the star; just shy of two billion were estimated to watch it on TV. She was at that precise moment in thoughts of, very conservatively, tens of millions of human beings. She and Prince Harry came bounding down the Long Walk. Everyone clambered for a second of eye contact, but their faces flew by so suddenly even a second was impossible to claim.
Cutouts is an open source application. Code licensed under the MIT license. Copyright 2018 Siddharth Kannan