When anything is covered up it becomes mysterious. It piques our curiosity. What's inside the black velvet box? What's beyond the locked door? Who lives in the room with the curtains constantly drawn?
To satisfy our need to know, we look beyond. The black velvet box holds an exquisite diamond ring. We turn the key to find a house full of kids and laughter. We see a hunched-over, decrepit old man, carrying a sack of groceries, enter the sunless room.