As I congratulated myself for not throwing the end of the milk bag I had just cut onto the floor or into the sink, gently placing it within the trash receptacle, I realized that I was noticing something that probably shouldn't warrant conscious thought or awareness, and wished that the floor or sink options would suddenly disappear, although, I recycle everything I can (including empty match books), meaning that perhaps such careless ends represent a docile distraction, the excessive runoff from my generally neat and tidy ways, demanding itself be heard, noticed, delineated.