Cleaning up

Somehow, every sunday I end up throwing out several kilos of newspaper, cans, bottles, packets, and rotting food and leftovers, and by tuesday it's all back. I don't know where it comes from.
I tried not touching it for 2 weeks to see what would happen and my room turned into a nest. there were no corners anymore, just a dusty paper bowl from where a tv and a desk were poking out. too scary to try again. but damn comfortable while it lasted.

It's a lovely feeling knowing that
1. you don't have to bother about a dustbin or cleanliness of anything... if you don't want something, just drop it. paper, junk, ash, cans, butts, bottles, anything.
2. you never waste any time searching for anything. no point. if you by any stupidity put something not in it's place, you know it's gone.

It's like a lifestyle of the uber-rich. do they bother with where they drop stuff or pick up anything either?
It's like being an oil sheikh, or Paris Hilton.