ABSTRACT
The timeless, folkloric aura of the chair emanates from the recliners in the throne zone. For those ensconced in the recliners, the throne is a constant reminder that it is good to be king. The dweller reclines splendidly, in regal isolation, enveloped in plush leather, wrapped in surround sound, and taxed only to manipulate the armrest handset that controls choice of audio feed. Ripped untimely from the tacking fantasies of the glance, the dweller multitasks from screens to digital script, assimilating crawler lines into overall awareness. The screening room bears strong resemblance to a Las Vegas book. While the Screening Room may serve as a cultural forum for the public channeling of our add syndrome, the sensory overload induced hyperactivity of the Arena being replaced by the information overload induced caroming of the glance, the retro aura of the seat is almost sedative hypnotic in its effect.
