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Jacob turning on the tv at home. A white box over the tv, where the yoke would be... the raw center of the electron gun. The edges of the frame, and the darkness beyond it, show coarse living pixels only seem to be alive and real when we are close to them. The white box now surrounds the tv. Jacob falls back onto the sofa with a newspaper in his hand. On the newspaper... news of the day, in Esperanto. |
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