My Librarian
I ended the last post on a problem. A folder you own can still be a folder you can’t search. The vault solved what to keep and where it lives. It did nothing for finding. By the time it held a year of thinking, finding had become its own job. Hundreds of notes, build logs, decisions, half the context of everything I’d made, all of it in there, all of it mine, and locating one specific thing meant remembering what I’d called a file eight months ago. Which I never did. I remember what something was about. I almost never remember what I named it. ...