What an extraordinary mirror maze the personal mind is, peopled by projections of everyone you know, a complex of scenic intentions, 'I'll do such things to show him/her as will make them see this and that again...', '...because surely they were thinking that I thought they meant me to think...', '...and I'll do this because I promise myself that...', '...and how did he do that, I wish I could something like it, the poor fool, who? well, one of us at any rate... and what about them, who saw the whole thing...' etc. etc. Interspersed with little flashes of perception, now this, now this. The views changing instantly from one to another, from involvement to detachment, expectation to regret, resorting of priorities in a blink, and without the least surprise or unexpected estrangement as if drawn from a bottomless well of substance.  All of it like falling, yielding, yielding to forces of circumstance.  Even going against is factored in, has its place, nothing disturbs the party.