My parents have a storage room in the basement I didn’t know existed when I was a child. In it, 10-15 Macs from the last 25 years. My dad doesn’t want to throw them out without deleting the data but he doesn’t know the passwords, so there they remain.
It’s a room that gives me true anxiety, but at the same time it’s cool to see the ones with the circular base or the light blue boi. They all used to look so fun before Apple’s current late-capitalist, understated luxury era.
