We have all these bins of old photographs and letters. Creased maps and spotted recipes.
Relics of times and places that feel far away.
But nothing preserves moments like the lost recordings we find.
Voices halt; there's background noise. Things get said and unsaid.
If we can preserve sentiments like these, we figure, we can keep track of who we were, and who we are.
That's what we're into. What about you?