I have long believed household dust to be made up of disintegrated people, which, upon researching the matter, turns out to be true. There are also little pieces of bugs, clothing, and food, but it is mostly people (which, technically, could also be considered clothing and food).
I'm not sure how I feel about this. Sure, I've always known it, but I try not to think about it. Like the knowledge that all those cute animals at the shelter are going to be killed when no one adopts them, or the fact that my grandchildren will have to live as slaves to intraterrestrial overlords. You just can't live a sane life if you're always worrying about things like that. So I ignore the fact that I'm constantly breathing man-dander. Here's the thing though: we breathe it in, but we don't breathe it out. Where is it going? Clogging our lungs? Being absorbed, quasi-cannibal-like? Coalescing into discrete homunculi that get excreted with our waste? Could be anything.
So, like I said, I don't think about it.
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