It’s kind of fucking weird? Like it feels like a different form of destiny. Instead of having some true love that I was destined to meet, this box of floppy disks were made when I was 6 years old and they sat on various shelves, in various boxes, for 30 years, waiting for me to open them.

If you told me or this box of floppies this was going to happen in 1993 neither of us would understand. First because I didn’t know what a floppy disk was when I was 6, and second because floppy disks are not sapient and don’t understand destiny.