Remembering the weird old internet where someone would record their own eyes with a low res digital camera, name it “my eyes.mpg,” and then just email it to you so you could see their eyes.
Or someone else who would sit there and record the creepy music from the final hours of Majora’s Mask when the moon was about to obliterate everyone and all anyone could do was sit there alone in their office and watch the moon descend on them before their fiery death. And then they’d email you that music so you could listen to it because you didn’t have a way to record it yourself.