My companion cube screamed, but they still said it was euthanised
Oh wait, bollocks.
Once upon a time, I had a whole bunch of stuff that I thought was very dear to me. A whole bunch of collector CD cases, remains of old computers, trinkets and gadgetry and a remote controlled humvee. Then one day, I snapped and realised that it was all a pointless waste of space, so disposed of it all. Now I have space. I find that space dear to me. As the space diminishes, I lament my lack of space. Soon, I will purge my pointless possessions and revel in the feeling of free space once more.