For all the cynical things I had to say about internet comments, I also cherish them.

I love the bootleg concert guestbooks, the votive candle shrines underneath golden oldies.

Or the 100x-distilled nostalgia underneath the minecraft OST as children begin to realize they are going to die:

Or the thousand-person roast of RZA's terrible beat for the guitar center promo:

Humanity condensate.