They are crawling all over you. They’re moving across your arms, your legs, your face. They are burrowing into your follicles, subsiding on the dead skin and oils that are secreted by your pores. They are excreting their waste on to your skin. They are moving and jittering. They are falling in love, settling down, having kids. A new generation is crawling all over you, sucking your blood, mining you like a mountain. Empires are rising and falling in your hairline. Their nations are waging war on your legs. Your navel is a peace zone. They are developing weapons of mass destruction. They will kill you. They don’t mean to kill you.