The following began life as a Facebook comment, which then somehow turned into a manifesto. So I guess it belongs here too?
While shuffling rooms around at home, I had to PICK UP and move FOUR boxes of audio cassettes to a place that WAS NOT the GARBAGE BIN.
Y’know how it sucks when you’re moving house, and you’re packing up bookshelves and thinking “Ugh, the last time I even touched these books was when I was unpacking them after moving in here,”? How much more for cassette tapes, a technology invented to solve a problem that NO LONGER EXISTS, a medium that cannot be played-back by any device in our possession, a lossy simulacrum of music we once enjoyed and yet now scarcely remember.
Dear readers, shed these dusty media tombs. Free yourselves from the entirely self-inflicted burden of nostalgia, and make space in your storage room for some other useless piece of life’s detritus.
Who has imposed this demand to hold on to the cassette tapes?
Amy tells me that she would like to use them for craft at some point, so that’s not so bad. Still, there is something demoralising about holding onto these things.
With an impending house move ourselves, I’ve been contemplating this issue too. But not with audio tapes… CDs. I have entirely too many CDs, which haven’t been touched in years and years, and just get carted from place to place. This time… they’re going.
*pounds chest twice with a closed fist, points and nods appreciatively*
*pounds chest twice with a closed fist, points and nods appreciatively at Japh*