People didn’t know what they’d be losing when this placed closed, Nostalgia sighed. It wasn’t a video store, it was a video library. You didn’t come here to buy, you came to borrow, to learn. Movies belong on shelves, not only can you browse at your leisure, you are literally forced to browse, there’s no other way to find what you want, what you don’t want or what you don’t know you do want.
He had started the place way back when, split the store between VHS and Betamax, Beta faded but VHS survived, laserdiscs came and went and now the place was full of DVDs. But it wasn’t the form the movies took that he loved. Buying a movie for ten bucks at the gas station? Streaming them at home? You don’t know what movies you’re missing anymore! Until you’ve desperately stalked those isles on a Saturday night, turning to someone to exasperatedly hiss “Well have you seen this?!” you wont know the thrill of discovery, of finding a film you never knew you didn’t know about.
He would miss it.
They would miss it.
You never really know until you know, he mused, and then it’s too late.
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