Bouquet in a bin.
A metal vase of some kind is employed as a wastepaper basket in a room not always in use in our house. I had not noticed it for some time. I think to myself, when I see it empty today, that I would like to put something in it, anything. It contains an inviting space. In the same mode, I think to myself, show me a cupboard and I will show you something to put in it.
The gate which I have to go through to reach the vegetable garden is remotely operated by means of a code. On my way back to day, I see that someone has just been through it and it is beginning to close behind them. As it clicks to, I punch in the code, and here's the point, I feel a twinge of guilt at making the gate swing open again, when it is just settled down into its customary closed state. Will I ever learn to be completely at ease with machines?