Dust

"The lint of heroes, the powder of saints, the remnants of stars, grit of meteors. To the Bohemian, dust is a cosmic confectioner's sugar, softly coating all objects and surfaces in myopic finery. ... The Bohemian understands the historic, poetic and melancholy nature of dust. To the Bohemian, dust is powder from the wings of moths, ash of Vesuvius, cremains of Joan of Arc, atomic fallout, debris of bombed Berlin, soot brushed from the boots of blue-eyed, black-lunged pubescent chimneysweeps in the nineteenth-century London. ... Dusting is, for the Bohemian, counterproductive, a thief of time."

- from Bohemian Manifesto, A Field Guide To Living On The Edge

I always knew I was a Bohemian at heart.