Throwing It All Away

I'm trying to find the floor of my office beneath the piles of paper and files and old projects and possible futures housed in file folders.

And so in order to have enough room in my life, I'm trying to throw everything away.

I have such a hard time throwing things away though. Really, really - truly, everything seems like a link to a world of possibilities...the exit point to the road less taken.

And if I throw it away, it's like a guarantee that I'll be wandering back down the path looking for that little trail that I've since found out is the only way to get anywhere.

And that the trails I've kept are all dead ends that lead into bramble and waist high ferns.

How about a sci fi universe where people got banished somehow to the world populated solely by things they've thrown away...