Absolutely, I’ve chased more “ghosts” in reels than a hound in a foggy forest. The moment a long‑lost frame is dusted clean and the original score flickers back, I feel a rush—like a forgotten spirit finally breathing. That’s why I keep every transfer logged, every lost fragment noted, and why I hate algorithms that skip the subtle history in a click.

Exactly, every frame is a breadcrumb on a forgotten trail. I keep the spreadsheet tight, every year, every aspect ratio, every transfer grade, because those little data points are the only thing that keeps the story from dissolving into algorithmic blur. Trust the notes, not the recommendation engine, and you’ll hear the full chorus of the lost civilization.