Back in the day, when I wanted to rent a movie, I had to physically drive to Blockbuster and peruse the VHS synopses. Seemed like there were better movies then, but they had to be more selective with their shelf space than these streaming services, with their endless virtual space. Though I was always kind enough to rewind, I was often tardy.
Of course, my dad tried to do one better—he tried to rewind these suspicious-looking discs called DVDs when they first came out.
Today, it’s no longer an event to go to the video store, to write a letter to someone, to listen to a professor in person. It’s all done via a screen. Even buttons are becoming a thing of the past.