Perhaps the largest single trouble with our abundance of possessions is the fact that so many of them are owned, not because of what they are, but because of what they confer on us. They are there, but we seldom look at them. We have so much, but we love precious little of it for itself. After the itch of the mind has been scratched, matter itself goes unto the discard; the junkyard is the true monument of our society. We have the most marvelous garbage the world has ever produced.
— Robert Farrar Capon, Bed and Board