don’t got no fucking space

because i am compelled to save 

every little thing i’ve ever made

I’ve got terabytes for days

Who do i imagine will wander this museum 

cataloging treasures

Aliens? Collectors ? 

Why would my trash 

be someone else's hidden gem ?

What a romantic way to explain hoarding

the fear of missing out 

on what an idea could become 

of another project I'll never get done