I'm a pack rat. In real life, you can go into my basement and find thems I had from college, stuffed in boxes, hanging on the wall. In the attic, there are more boxes with clothes from my childhood, blocks, toys, and a couple of model airplanes. Look in my dresser, in the drawer second from the bottom, and there are upwards of 40 t-shirts from various concerts, all size 'medium' that I can't really fit into without looking silly.
And so, continues the tradition. Archived for my own posterity, so I make sure I don't lose the words somehow, in the off chance I may want to go back and read to try and understand what I was thinking at that particular point in my life, I have kept some old sections. Nothing new will be added to them. They are retired.