Update: I found it!!!
Ah, dust... I hate it, but should love it. It's literally the physical tchotchkes of our past. We are stardust, we are golden... we're dust in the wind... we are skin cells, we are dander.... Perhaps The Killers' song should have been, "Are We Human, or Are We Dander?"... whatever, all I know is, my body does not like dust. I do not like to dust. It hurts my lungs, my eyes.... I have to dose myself with Zyrtec the night before I know I have to go in for battle. Grizzled has purchased me dust masks, but I feel like a total ass wearing them so I guess I go for the pharmaceutical version... still, it never fully works. Sometimes I think I'm almost better not disturbing it. I guess ideally, I'd pay someone to take care of it while I'm gone, but I'm not there yet. I'm still doing my own... in a manner my mother did not care for. When I was made to dust as a child, she always said, "Spray the polish on the cloth! Not on the table!" I remember saying that the one who was dusting got to decide! Ha! Yeah, not in her house. Now... I spray on the table, and have taught my girls the pleasure of wiping it up, then sliding on that table... back and forth, for a true shine!
I need to dust right now, but don't want to, and am trying to figure out what article I read recently where some famous person, either a scientist or an artist, did not... they did not want the strata of human experience disturbed. They liked the cocoon. I can't find it... I guess I'll have to dust. Also... I like how it feels when I'm finished. I'm always surprised, but there seems to be static in the dust... a white noise or chatter, almost. Perhaps chatter from skin cells gone by, from days that were lived and are over. When everything is freshly dusted, the room feels cooler... and more quiet. There's a peace. I am ALWAYS amazed that I can feel this... this calm that comes from dusting. The room's blood pressure has dropped. Sure, my immune system is not calm, but eventually, after a few hours, I feel cool and calm... maybe the dust has settled. Maybe the worlds that have been shed have gotten their say and peace prevails.