"Somehow to find a still spot in the noise
Was the frayed inner want, the winding, the frayed hope
Whose tatters he kept hunting through the din.
A satin peace somewhere.
A room of wily hush somewhere within.
* * *
He feared most of all the choices, that cried to be taken.

There were no bourns.
There were no quiet rooms."
~Gwendolyn Brooks "The Explorer"