I am surrounded by the stuff - mentally, emotionally, physically, spiritually, socially. I can't be the only one. I can't be the only person who stares at all this crap and thinks 'fuck it, I'm outta here'. And that's just the physical clutter, I can't even begin to contemplate dealing with all that ephemeral psychological detritus that surfaces at inopportune moments, stifling and distracting and damn well impeding my every move.
Accretion. Accumulation. Anarchic anachronistic adventitious acquisition.
That's me. We'll get on to the Bs later.
Fuck it. Shed it. Reduce, redress, remove. Get Rid Of...
Yeah, that'll do it. Sort of.
Anyone want a bread-maker?