If it's not seen...it doesn't exist.
My dear, late husband surely thought this way. Long ago, in a far away place, he brought to our house drawers stuffed with stuff. It had planes and more planes (that means planes as in models, and planes as in woodworking). The drawers had electrical stuff. Electrical stuff for houses, and stuff for those model planes, and model boats, and tools. Some broken, some very cool. And there was loads of boat stuff. But they all had one thing in common. They were stuffed into drawers in our garage or carriage house. If I couldn't see them or if he couldn't see them, they were alright, just they way they were. Alot of the stuff was his dad's. And I'm sure he wanted to get to that stuff. But he never did. But I do think he loved having his Dad's stuff nearby. His dad was killed in a training flight for Western Airlines, back in the early 1970's. I have the accident reports up in my own closet but it's been years since I've looked at them. I did not