=mental confetti=

No one can know us completely. We're scattered over the decades in pieces, like Osiris, with no Isis to gather us up. Actually, that's not entirely true of all people. Often enough, you run across someone who hasn't changed in years. You leave their life and come back ten, fifteen, twenty years later and they're in exactly the same place you left them, like an armchair in a room you walked out of ten minutes ago. I've always had an instinctive horror of people like that.