It’s odd that one can find quiet in the middle of all these strangers. Perhaps, no matter how quiet a room is, the familiar will always be shouting and screaming things that are too comforting, too enticing, too familiar that they become distracting.
And no matter how full of people a room is, there is silence in knowing that your agenda is your own. Unless there are things of note, nothing really matters that much and you have your self to think upon and think of.
You are your own company. Your thoughts are all that matters.