A CARPET OF GENES
Life is expensive, like a Persian rug of several million knots trodden upon by whoever comes. Colourful, unique, designed by a pair of diligent weavers. Your family tree has always been like a graduation photo book. But when you give it a thought, all those branches of ancestors, leafing like genes, have ended in you... A horrible thing. A heritage you can’t give up. Your children inherit it too, and it bothers you a lot to see your own flaws in them. You’re a rug made of a million genes, whose knots will be undone by the grandsons of your own great-grandsons.