adult figure from the waist up pushed slightly left of center against a washed teal sky with a few loose clouds drifting in the upper right, wearing a loose cream-white corduroy or linen jacket with wide sleeves, the head and face entirely replaced by a vintage 1980s CRT television set sitting directly on the neck, its yellowed cream plastic casing weathered and slightly dirty with ventilation slats and control buttons visible on the side, the curved screen displaying a close-up image of a wildflower meadow in bloom as if the person is broadcasting flowers from inside their skull, both arms cradling an enormous loose bouquet of mixed chrysanthemums and daisy-type blooms in coral pink orange white and pale yellow pressed against the chest and obscuring the midsection, the flowers slightly overexposed and pushing toward the camera, the bouquet weighted toward the left and slightly out of frame on that side, the overall palette warm and faded with a slight green-teal color drift in the shadows and a bleached vintage tone across the cream clothing, heavy analog film grain across the sky and the darker jacket shadows, slight lens vignetting at the lower corners, the whole image carrying the washed-out nostalgic quality of a mid-2000s film scan, tender and absurd in equal measure, the TV screen the only window into whatever is happening inside

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