I know I am much too attached to things. I think it is tied up with my belief that I am my memories, and those memories are constantly draining away like sand. I have many objects that are touchstones of memories. I've been getting rid of a lot of them over the last couple years. Clothes I made in high school, dolls and figurines I had in elementary school. All completely useless clutter, but clutter that seems to be part of my weft. Sometimes I take pictures of things before I get rid of them, or write their stories down before I get rid of them, but second degree touchstones aren't as vivid.
If I was the girl in Labyrinth I never would have made it out of the junkyard.