There is wonderful material that's in closets or just has nowhere to go, so it ends up in oblivion, ... We will give it a home.

Nowhere and oblivion were completely different things/places to Richard Stein. For
him, oblivion is when something goes into nothing and nowhere is the place where
something can come out of nothing.

The impression that the world could swallow itself (…) and in a reverse movement could vomit it to a distant innermost, that would answer to the name ‘nowhere’.

I'll compliment on the spot. I want a clean, neat drugstore. I'll check the restrooms and closets.

I finally feel free, ... I ain't going nowhere.

I'm in a wonderful position; I'm unknown, I'm underrated, and there's nowhere to go but up.