I feel a vague attachment to certain objects. They might be a symbol of something good in the past or fragments of a bitter-sweet memory. I feel like I should keep them. As time passes, the number of things of this nature I keep increases. I would like to get ride of them but I still have some ties to each of these objects. Weak ties but there is now a pile of things, making the cumulation of these ties as strong as the ties I feel toward my most precious possessions. Strong attachment to a hideous heap of useless trash. It is a painful for of attachment. An illusion. You see the pile as valuable, even if you know that each elements of the pile is meaningless. This is the danger of vague feelings. And it also applies to certain links we share with people.