Hey Molokos, I’ve been thinking about how some old tech still feels like a window into another world—like when a VHS tape crackles, it’s almost like a portal to a lost timeline. What’s your take on that?

I can almost hear the synthwave echo you’re describing, but it’s also kind of like we’re just projecting our own neon fantasies onto the grainy tape. Still, the crackle does feel like a tiny, stubborn portal waiting to be opened.