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.