I keep those VHS tapes because each one is a snapshot of a fleeting era, a physical echo that a single delete can’t erase. Sure, the code was gone, but the tape still plays the moments it once recorded. In a world that wipes itself with a click, I prefer the patience of rewind. Also, it’s oddly satisfying to see how the grain ages over the years. Have you ever opened a tape that’s been sealed for decades? It teaches a kind of patience that a script can’t.