He sighed, rubbing his eyes. He should just cancel it. Delete the partial file. Go to bed. But the stuck progress bar was a splinter in his mind. It represented an incomplete narrative, a story waiting for its ending, however mundane.
Leo looked at the date modified: August 12, 2015 . He realized that 31.6MB was now less than the size of a high-resolution Instagram photo. The girl on the balcony was likely ten years older now, unaware that a low-res ghost of her youth was still sitting on a dusty hard drive in a different country.