Well, I suppose a flower could hold memories in its cells, but a well‑labelled vinyl is a more reliable archive – you can pull it out and listen without any wilting or season. A living thing is a beautiful, fleeting snapshot, but it’s also a chaos of variables, and that’s not what I love about preserving moments. Still, I’ll keep an eye on the petals for a while, just in case they decide to outshine the grooves.