I've lived under mountains of crap for years. Not mine, my OH's. He cannot let anything go.
Defunct tech is a thing - obsolete things like video players, film cameras, analogue TV sets from 30 years ago, mini disc stuff, video cameras, digital cameras, palm top personal organisers, film editing and projecting kit, reel to reel tape players, etc - anything we now do with our phones. But still the kit stays.
Things that don't work - we have literally a stack of 8 kackered dvd players/hard drive recorders under the TV table gathering dust duvets.
Boxes and piles of media we don't watch/listen to - 45, 33, 78 records, cassettes, CDs, videos, dvds, 8mm film, colour slides, photos - again, we watch, listen & create on phones & computers now.
And packaging - every laptop, every camera etc came in a box. With polystyrene. And the boxes are … still here.
It's like tech Time Team here - open a box and decades and strata of obsolete media stuff stares back.
It's not only the piles, the dust and the overwhelm it's also the guilt - all those memories locked up in that unprepossessing tech. Family, youth, people now gone, achievements and experiences, things we loved back in the day. But not part of our lives today.
And the cost. How much money is represented by all that stuff. I know about the sunk cost fallacy but I still resent it.
I would like to hire a skip.