Your brain.  Which I am visiting now.  There are no main streets here, at least not as I know them.  A main street is a big wide easy street.  The Easy Street, Son.  Have you heard of it?  I'm on Easy Street, or was until you turned up with your new name, and new language and big questions.  But you see that Easy Chair over there?  I'm going back.  Eventually, I'm going back.  I'm going to sit in it.  I'm going to sit in the Easy Chair on Easy Street.  Then I'm going to watch TV with your mother.  And I won't have a stinking care in the world.

Curtis White, from his novel Requiem.