So... I've made a Litany Against Pack-Rat-ing:
"I must not Pack-Rat.
Pack-Rat-ing is the space-killer.
Pack-Rat-ing is the little-death that brings total obliteration through accumulation.
I will face my Junk.
I will permit it to pass over me and into the rubbish bin.
And when it has gone, I will turn the my eyes to see the space I've freed.
Where the Junk has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain
In a less cluttered room."