The weary culture connoisseur is lured into an intoxicated anti-pillow slumber.  Cumbersome eyelids close as narcotic narcolepsy numbs tired limbs and tired thoughts.  Couches and back seats project incessant siren-esque melodies by means of concealed speakers.  The thick waves radiate outwards, seducing an already seduced body.  Somewhere within the immediate spatial confines the curtains are drawn.  Final.  What of the second seduction?