25 years of iPod brain by Molly Mary O’Brien

“I used to collect music like butterflies—you had to watch them fly by, swoop them in a net, pin them to a board. This is how I learned to care about music. You had to really want it.”

i miss my ipod on every plane, every trip. i still have my shattered pink itouch, but planned obsolescence has made it cumbersome. i wish i didn’t erase it in college to “start fresh.” i thought the internet and all of its splendors would last forever. how naïve i was.