You’re about to open a retroactive time capsule of sorts. You’ll find remnants of a personal internet history reassembled from social media posts, edited diary entries, a faulty memory, and Wayback Machine deep dives. You can see it in all its garish childishness. In my old laptop’s hard drive, images seem to carry a different weight. They felt easier to download, screenshot, and pass around. They were more fun to manipulate and share before this AI-generated surveillance hell. You will be stuck in time until you find portals back to the present.