I spent my life inside a cell
With no doors
Just four walls
Like living in hell
I chickened out of things in the past
But now I know
When death calls
I’ll be ready to go
And I said it’s good morning
There’s a new day dawning
Good morning to you
— Felt
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