Every save file tells a tiny story.

This project is part nostalgia, part mystery, and part digital archaeology. Every memory card belonged to someone — a kid in 2003, a roommate, a sibling, a stranger at a garage sale. And every save file they left behind is a tiny frozen story.

I buy memory cards in bulk from estate sales, thrift stores, and viewers. Most are unlabeled. Many are physically destroyed. Some still boot. I plug each one into the original hardware, photograph the menu, and painstakingly document what's there: the games, the player names, the mission they got stuck on, the wrestler they named after their dad.

The goal isn't to find anyone. The goal is to remember that they were here.