Remember my old tent from years ago. It came in this huge metal canister that weighed a ton and filled my whole car trunk. I spent more time wrestling with the packaging than I ever did sleeping in the thing. It really makes you appreciate the simple, small stuff you can just toss in a bag and go.

Whoa, that's the exact vibe of those "found footage" creepypastas. I read about a guy who found a VHS tape labeled "Backyard, July 1994" and it was just twenty minutes of a static shot of a tree at night with a faint buzzing sound. Nothing moved, but it freaked him out so bad he threw the tape away. That silent, waiting feeling is worse than a jump scare.

Keep one foot in the old ways.