Then it ends. The file remains. So does the ache.

Why keep an MP4? Because the original moment is too heavy. Because Tika laughed, and laughter doesn't fit inside an H.264 codec. Because you once loved someone whose name started with S, and Tika is close enough. Because the yellow dress is gone — sold, torn, forgotten in a suitcase — but the .mp4 remains, a ghost wearing primary colors.

The file is an MP4. Twice written: Mp4 mp4 . As if to emphasize the artifice. As if the universe stuttered while naming what cannot be held.