We are everywhere we have ever been.
We leave ourselves behind

Thoughts
      Words
               Flesh
               ­       Skin
                           Hair
                                 Sweat
                                         Oil
Traces immeasurably small, permanent
We are in the cracks between floorboards
Smeared onto walls. Stressed into upholstery.
We are microscopically ever present. There is no getting rid of us.
Breaking down. Rotting out of our casings.
Daily decomposing.

Your DNA fills your home. Every place you have ever visited.
Let this be a comfort.