It's late. Very late, and I am lucky. Primarily because I am of a mind to trade space (reputedly infinite, yet queerly hoarded in bold defiance of the economics of supply and demand by advocates of modern design) for large objects that disturb space. I refer (of course) to a fetish for what shall henceforth be called "big-ass speakers".  Why deny a portal to a delightful abstraction proper space to generate a viable illusion because of something so mundane as real estate and "square-footage"? The only thing clumsier than a square foot is a cubic-foot...
  To paraphrase Sir Mix-A Lot:  I like big-ass speakers and I shall not equivocate.
 
    Time however, shall be subdivided mercilessly in the service of timelessness.