Somewhere hidden in the bowels of my childhood home lie 10 or 15 homemade video cassette tapes. Some of them are taped over with 90’s cartoons, and some of them are taped over with old Seattle sports games that my dad didn’t want to miss when he was working until 11 PM on a Tuesday. The rest are mostly film of family members long since gone. I could look at them and try to squint and place a name to each face, but I’d probably fail. If these people are family but I don’t know who they are, am I still supposed to feel something?
Or even if it all goes a little wrong
