Unflushed

Yesterday night, when I was trying to sleep, I had trouble getting out of my mind the image of an unflushed turd that I had seen shortly earlier. As much as I tried shaking this thought, it piqued my interest why I could not shake the image from my head. Seeing a picture of a turd in itself is not bothersome to me - I see turds all the time. It was the fact that no one had flushed it. Because the piece of excrement was forever ingrained in a photo, never to be flushed, it was just so bothersome.