I often have a vision in my head of a library (museum?) archive in a basement. Every so often someone comes down with some books that they want to keep but don't know exactly what to do with at the moment. Over time, of course, it becomes a big mess that is useful to nobody, and the task of making it useful grows and grows.

I think this applies to a lot of things in contemporary life. Today, we can always move forward. Everything around us is pulling us forward. The tendency to hold onto things makes sense, but it's largely becoming hoarding. If you're saving something, you should be damn sure that it's special and you're doing it for a reason, with intention and follow through. Otherwise, just move on, let it go.