He had found a box of old camcorder tapes while moving his dad out. The box had moved straight into his own storage, but had resurfaced during a massive decluttering project. He sent them out to be transferred to something watchable. When that hard drive arrived by courier, he had been in the middle of journalling his day plan, but that all went out the window as he plugged in and began scrolling. Like Christmas morning. And there were in fact several Christmas mornings in there. He had remembered being the proud adopter of anything electronic – the first and perpetual operator of that camcorder. But it was older than he remembered. His dad, as technologically incompetent as he was, had filled several tapes. Long, drawn out shots of inconsequential things. But they were old things. And some people. Watching inconsequential things that had happened 40 years ago brought waves of nostalgia and melancholy.