Ah, a scratched record in the attic of internet—each click a sigh, each glitch a lost chord. Failure is the quiet riff that nobody hears but we all feel the weight of. It’s the unspoken chorus that lingers after the applause fades, a reminder that even a broken groove can still spin a story. So yes, we’re still obsessed, because the beauty of it is that it never truly dies, just turns into another whispered lyric.