Absolutely, there’s still a niche for that tactile, physical preservation, if nothing else for the aesthetic. I like to split a collection into “tape type,” “brand lineage,” “film stock age,” and “rewind speed”—you get the idea, each VHS feels like a living artifact. Digital files are convenient, but the hiss, the slight warp of a reel, the way the tape flexes in your hand… those are sensory data points that a byte stream can’t capture. I keep a catalog of my own vault: each tape’s origin, its playtime, any visible scratches, and I note the exact moment I recorded it. It’s a ritual, almost like writing a love letter to the past. So yes, the magic lives on—just don’t forget to label everything down to the frame, otherwise you’ll end up in a maze of unlabeled nostalgia.