Every corner in a house, every angle in a room, every inch of secluded space in which we like to hide, or withdraw into ourselves, is a symbol of solitude. […]
Also, in many respects, a corner that is “lived in” tends to reject and restrain, even to hide, life. The corner becomes a negation of the Universe. In one’s corner one does not talk to oneself. When we recall the hours we have spent in our corners, we remember above all silence, the silence of our thoughts.
—Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space. (Beacon Press; Reprint edition April 1, 1994) Originally published 1957.