There?s been a lot going on in the world over the past week. None of which I feel particularly able to pontificate on given that I?m a white, middle-class male. In a time when the United States is literally on fire almost every night, I?ve found that my time is best focused on self-care and helping prop up the voices of those that need to be heard. And so, daily distractions and finding ways to keep busy have been on the menu. For gamers that usually means channeling our best packrat nesting tendencies, and going through old games and hardware. Even as we speak I have boxes of old tech sitting, sealed. Needing a bit of comfort and nostalgia I did something I haven?t done in almost five years and hooked my PlayStation 3 back up. Inside was a mix of cherished memories, nostalgia for a generation of gaming gone by, and a literal graveyard of dead games that either no longer function or don?t work as they were once fully intended. Gaming nostalgia is tricky like that. Our playtime past can conjure up strange emotions, sense memories, and wistful regrets. These technological time capsules perfectly preserve a moment in time, leaving a digital footprint of where and who we once were. This is especially true with the PS3 generation and up, as everything from game saves to when you purchased and downloaded a title now as a timestamp and date slapped on it, forever marking a moment in time. For me, those memories on this PS3 are especially important because the saves and downloads a...