This one guy wrote how people would make arrangements to get his wooden box (see picture) but wouldn't actually follow through on their promise to collect. I have noticed this phenomena before. I have labeled this syndrome "Craig's Malaise" or Aquireous Melancholia. I have also written this poem about this rather odd, but very cool looking box.
ps Is it still available?
Maybe people think your box is a coffin and they are afraid of your box.
Maybe that's why they don't follow through.
Maybe people think, "I could use that box to organize my stuff" but when they see your box they become frightened.
or...
Maybe the world is just full of a bunch of over privileged flakes.