A man in late middle-age sits in an upholstered office chair in front an elaborate assortment of computer gear: a wide, flat-screen monitor, a sleek, upright computer, two thin speakers, a camera, a mouse, two external drives, a CD burner. He's reading a manual of some sort and looking back and forth between it and a column of figures on the monitor. He wears lightweight black pajamas and a pair of cushioned black slippers. His hair is an attractive, steely gray, cut short. He is in his basement study. One wall is taken up with a pair of oak bookcases. On the other walls there is a variety of original art, mostly oils. He is engrossed in his manual and doesn't seem aware of his surroundings. We watch him for several interminable minutes in which his eyes never leave the page.