This story begins before the download . . .
Before the codecs, after much buffering,
Often with the fear: Is this question the first? Here?
Often with a terrible learning: The internet is not without buzz kills a many . . . many of binary kind.
Often as a web of Spy v. Spy Self glitches of the second-order or of the first order–of some order–a devil in the detail reflection of the aesthetic idea that when the angel comes to guild your lily you should think not on the coherence of her costume but rather the texture of the scale.
Or something like that, I reckon.
But currently, the story of downloading last pass is pending, it pends.