There is a quiet tyranny to the waiting room. The enforced blandness in the decor, with the generic nature scenes and the muted typically earthy or green colors are an example. Often there is no music: any choice could be taken as offensive by a patron forced to endure said music for 15, 20, 30 minutes at a stretch. With nothing of substance to provide a modicum of aural stimulation one turns to the magazines. How many people have read last year's Better home and gardens or Golf Digest? The contents, like the pages, are stale and lifeless. Each provides a moment of distraction, crinkle under the fingers but this passes as all things do. The overbearing quiet, punctuated by murmurs of office workers chatting, a called name, or tired dull foot steps builds a prison. I want to break free. I want to liberate the soul from these shackles. We have the technology to make this better, my friends, let us work together and end the soft oppression of the soil imposed by waiting rooms. Let us go forward together.