Whenever I happen to see you
I forget for a while
That I am ugly in my own eyes
For not winning youI wanted you to choose me
Over all the men you know
Because I am destroyed
In their companyI have often prayed for you
Like this
Let me have her
— Leonard Cohen, The Energy of Slaves
Everyone carries a room about inside him. This fact can even be proved by means of the sense of hearing. If someone walks fast and one pricks up one's ears and listens, say in the night, when everything round about is quiet, one hears, for instance, the rattling of a mirror not quite firmly fastened to the wall.
– Kafka
Notes from a Room