I like to think I’m fairly organized. I use folders within folders, descriptive filenames, and sometimes even date prefixes when I’m feeling particularly disciplined. For the most part, the system works. Or at least it did until I needed to find something I’d written about eighteen months earlier, a document I could only remember through one stray half-sentence buried somewhere in the middle of it. Despite applying a few simple tweaks that make Windows search better without replacing it, I got nothing useful. I suspect Spotlight on a Mac would’ve reacted with the same indifference. I spent twenty minutes (it could have been more) opening files one by one before giving up entirely. The file was definitely on my computer somewhere, but functionally, it might as well have vanished into the ether.
