Ravi, older now, sometimes imagined he could chart his life across the titles he had favorited. Certain films marked the end of relationships, the beginning of new ones, the periods of grief and the odd, luminous recoveries. He thought of the entire enterprise — the site and its “new” page — as a public ledger of private salvage operations: emails to a lost past, gestures of rescue for films near oblivion, and a breathing community that loved things into continued existence.
