i keep thinking about sunday morning in my garage. i was sitting on the concrete floor, surrounded by this graveyard of old cables and dead hard drives. all those old files just gone, locked behind broken tech. it really messes with you when you realize how fragile the internet is. i found this thick dylan cozens hockey jersey buried under some junk, and it just struck me. a physical object...
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