There's a fly in my room.
I expect it got here because we've had mice in the crawlspace above my office, and something died up there.
I realize that my annoyance with the fly's presence isn't what most people's might be, namely "It's a gross disease carrying creature-- ewwww!"
When I see the fly, out of the corner of my eye, it annoys me because it represents "another moving data point" in my existence-- another "thing" to watch, and to pull me away from what I was doing.
So now... I must stop what I am doing and get the fly.
There are layers, at times.
I broke off writing an article, when I saw the fly... and realized that I wanted to add these words about how I experienced the fly, in my space. Now I am breaking off these words, so I can go deal with the fly.
Sometimes... it gets hard to get off the "branches" and back to the main tree...