When I drink water from the tab, do I take in the ghosts of the pipelines? Are we full of pipeline ghosts? All water on earth was here before me. The water of my own body has been in other bodies. In trees, clouds, rivers, stomachs, eyes. It has seen more than I have. ‘We have all arisen from the same primordial soup, gestated by species upon watery species that have gifted their morphology to new iterations and articulations.’ Of what, and maybe even of whom, do I exist? Does my body remember those bodies? Does it make sense to have an idea of purity? What does purity mean to us?