Dust

Dust, Gus was sure, must be experienced differently all around the world. First, there are different colors of dust, and second, there's texture. Gray, copper, sapphire dust. Unwanted dust, beautiful dust. Unwanted and beautiful dust. Dust that never touched people. Dust that does touch people. Dust that only skirts people's eyes, but is nevertheless seen. Allergenic dust. Forgotten dust. Toxic dust. Rain clouds cannot form without dust, can they? Gus was very curious to find out more about dust from all over the world. Where did all the dust come from, and where was it all going? He was going to create the world's first Department of Dust. He was certain, that perhaps in a thousand years, many students and laymen around the world would be studying dust, from a variety of perspectives. The most popular boy's name would be Dustin, and for girls, Dustina. What a wonderful world it would be, to live under the humble glory of dust. And Gus would never live to see that. Timeless dust. Dust cannot be dated. Gus knew. Gus knew that any speck of dust could contain so much more than he could ever hope to hold inside himself, let alone comprehend. The world needed to see this, too.