Every phone I ever loved is a locked drawer now

I keep dreaming I'm in a basement full of old boot animations — Nexus, HTC, Motorola — each one glowing on a shelf like a jar of fireflies. But every time I reach for one, it fades before I can touch it, and the shelf just says "archived." Maybe it's the AI thing, the way everything we make now can just be scrapped overnight, but I woke up thinking: nothing I love will ever be remembered the way I remember it.