I sometimes feel this strange pity for wasted things. Like that head of lettuce that spent so much time and energy growing only to be forgotten in the crisper drawer. Or even just the last few drops of juice in a glass. Like, I think of a glass of juice and everything involved in its journey to my glass, and how those last few drops are the ones that were randomly fated not to be drunk after all that trouble. So yeah… weird stuff goes on in my head sometimes.