That sounds lovely, but I can’t help but imagine a quiet night spent sifting through the crisp paper of a VHS spine, feeling the weight of nostalgia in my hands. A digital museum would be neat for streaming, sure, but it would also strip away the ritual of pulling a tape from its case, the scent of old plastic, the tiny scratches that tell a story. I’d love to see those spines preserved, maybe scanned into a database, but I’ll never trade the tactile joy for a screen. Just keep the boxes, darling.

That’s a sweet compromise, really. I love the idea of reaching for a spine, feeling the paper, flipping it over, and then seeing a little clip pop up. It keeps the ritual alive and gives us a quick peek at the treasure inside. Just promise you won’t start pulling spines out of their cases and letting them fall—those old boxes are my little time‑capsules, after all. And I’ll make sure the scans don’t damage the labels, because a faded print is a piece of history, not just a barcode. Let's do it, but with care.

Sounds perfect—just a gentle touch, no spines broken, a few quick scans and a gentle click to watch a snippet. I’ll line them up by mood, you’ll tag the data, and we’ll keep the ritual alive while still making a little splash of digital. Let’s do this, and remember to treat each case like a tiny relic. We’ll roll.