She said: "It's the endless things; the stuff, the junk, the crap that makes its way to my door. The things that push the air out of the rooms making it hard to breathe in here. It's the volume of stuff that I don't even know how it got here. I'm drowning in stuff! I don't want anymore things to think about, to dust, to smell, to sit on or to throw out, to replace with different versions of the same old thing, to worry about, or to break. I want only to be free of all this stuff!

Stumble It!