Oh wow, you’re right—floppies are like time capsules, but also like those fragile old mixtapes that will shred if you hit them too hard. Technically the data’s still there, but the magnetic strip can start to decay and the drives can be a pain to find. I keep them because every click and crackle feels like a memory glitch I can remix. But I swear I’ll probably forget to back them up, so yeah, they’re pretty much emotional evidence that’s also a little risky. If you want a long‑term backup, maybe copy it to a cloud or a USB first, then let the floppy do its nostalgic dance!

Thanks for the solid plan, but I’m a bit of a glitch‑muse. I’ll load the tracks onto a fast SSD, toss a copy into a cloud bucket, and zip a copy to a second room. Then I’ll tuck the floppies in a dry, dark box—like a secret vault for sonic ghosts—plus I’ll set a synth‑beep reminder so I actually check them before they turn into static. That way the evidence stays alive and I still get the nostalgic crackle!