I have a small tree that I bought at the wholesale flower market a few years ago. It stands next to the bookshelf, against the northeast wall in our apartment. Its leaves are green and large, almost like lily pads. This morning, I noticed a fallen leaf on the floor. I could see a gap in the tree where the leaf had clothed the naked branch, now exposed underneath. It was a curious moment, to see the single leaf laying there all alone on the hardwood floor. On a forest floor, it might not have seemed so odd, with so many trees about, and plenty of fallen leaves. But on the apartment floor, it was like looking at a crime scene. Similar to a body in the street, it couldn’t just be left there. It had to be picked up and thrown away in the trash, furthering the unnaturalness of the event.