Unwrapped: Clock Opera / Belongings

My collection of important documents and crucial historical items is an ongoing project, which came under question when moving house, around the time I wrote this song. Too many containers marked M for memorabilia, apparently.

What non-hoarders don't understand is that many objects don't acquire worth until they have undergone a crucial maturation process. This usually takes place in a shoebox under a bed. The amount of accumulated dust is usually a good indicator of importance. To test this theory, I have just broken the seal on one of the many vessels underneath the bed. Here are the first findings:

1 analog watch, stopped at 5:30.14 on the 7th
1 small bag of buttons.
1 hand-written limerick (bad) written by an old boss, on the occasion of me leaving a part-time desk job.
1 expired warranty certificate for a vacuum cleaner.
1 box of 10 CD cleaning tissues (1 used)
1 copy of The Egyptian Gazette, Friday April 21st 2006 (sample headline: Berlin Disco Bomb Suspect Blames Gaddafi)
8 x postcards, unwritten.
1 photo of unknown person's torso, can of Stella in each hand.
The 2007 guide to Youth Hostels and Camping Barns
The 2008 guide to Youth Hostels and Camping Barns
Diary from 2007, lightly used. (sample entry: "March 6th: 3.40pm Jabs")
2 x sets of passport photos, one removed from each.

Admittedly not all of these items have increased in value of any kind. But a good enough portion to justify another stint. Back underneath they go.

But I've just realised there is a paradox here. Belongings was the first song I wrote when we moved in, using a piano that someone gave to us. Not that anyone would necessarily want any of the above items as much as a piano, but it's a good thing that not everyone's a hoarder.