Multiplying stuff

Less than a year ago I was certain that the physical stuff of my life had been culled.  It was at a manageable level, never again to soar to heights that would overwhelm me with its magnitude.  Alas, I fear I forgot to take into account the fact that stuff breeds in the night.  In the dark, after the lights are turned out, something happens.  I don't the details, but I do know that when I wake in the morning there is more stuff than there was when I went to sleep.  The paperwork seems to have the fastest gestation period.  There is no way that I personally have created this much paperwork or could have brought it into the house.  It is everywhere.
  And where did all those clothes in the bottom of the closet come from? I know some of them jumped off the hangers when I was at work but there are clothes there that aren't familiar.  Some might question my memory or my sanity, while both may be on the edge I still am fairly certain of these facts.
   There must be a way to stop the constant breeding of stuff.  If a deterrent is not found soon my children will be looking for me under the piles of paper, loads of clothes, and stacks of books. Why is it that this phenomenon does not extend to something useful, like fabric?