This shift reflects a generational break. My generation grew up exploring our parents’ records, forming tastes and identities in response to those collections. Vinyl records, cassettes, and CDs were more than storage devices—they were cultural artifacts to be inherited, cherished or rebelled against. And yet, the act of playing a physical record feels daunting now, even for me. It’s cumbersome, demanding, and exhausting for anyone shaped by the digital-induced ADD of today. The record player sits there like an indictment of my own attention span. Streaming platforms, with their emphasis on liquidity and efficiency, have eroded all continuity, leaving my music library ephemeral, tied to subscriptions that will expire with my passwords.