_____As an old song suggests, I tried to think about football,
but it was Gunter spending every waking hour
in the studio working on that life-sized, human-shaped monitor_____
that was on my mind as I lay in a deserted pasture
drinking undiluted _____harsh red wine.

I could see him on his hands and knees on the floor
pushing a loop tape into the massive vcr unit
that served as its base
so that rather than being projected onto its fragile surface,
the riveting image of Jason,
slowly morphing from carefree young man in jeans_____
to somber adult in black tuxedo,
came from within.



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