Does there exist a single dreamer of words who does not respond to the word wardrobe? And to fine words correspond fine things, to grave-sounding words, an entity of depth. Every poet of furniture -even if he be a poet in a garret, and therefore has no furniture- knows that the inner space of an old wardrobe is deep. A wardrobe’s inner space is also intimate space, space that is not open to just anybody.
The Poetics of Space, Gaston Bachelard