The museum

The best thing, though, in that museum was that everything always stayed right where it was. Nobody'd move. You could go there a hundred thousand times, and that Eskimo would still be just finished catching those two fish, the birds would still be on their way south, the deers would still be drinking out of the water hole. Nobody'd be different. The only think that would be different would be you.

It wouldn't be big changes though. But every time you'd come back to that museum, there'd be something different about you. There's never any time to just stay still, and be the same for just a while. There's always gotta be some goddamn change happening, even if you don't want it to.