This is what is holding back my life. Well, this and others like it. I have containers around my house, around my garage, full of stuff I don't know what to do with. What is this "stuff"?, you may be asking? Well, that is the problem. It is hard to categorize. It is old and crumpled papers, mismatched socks, photographs, fliers, and...well, I don't know. Some of it eludes the ability of my mind to understand. If I could categorize it, it wouldn't be "stuff". And yet in its cthonian, undefined presence, it crowds me out and strangles my future.