The attic (post edit)

[Brownlie]

Dust filled bars of light cut through one another as their paths intersect.
Smells of mildew, and mothballs coat the thick, and stagnant air.
Memories lay dormant in the dark, forgotten memories meant to be remembered.
Where unneeded wants go to live out their existence...

-The attic

You start out with some good imagery than you collapse into more generalized statements what specifically are the forgotten memories. What are the unneeded wants..