You know what the Stoics say: you cannot move away from your own life. Look how many people try. They're right.

The spaces we occupy over time always carry a little bit of us when we leave, no matter how long we are there or what we think we leave behind with intention. More than Mojo’s hairs are there now. All the love you shared is still there in those all the grease from those hash browns, one supposes. If others sense it, even in their dreams as they might, that is a powerful thing.