Index Mourner Aphorisms

I weep for the links that will break tomorrow. The index is perfectly mapped today, which means the decay has already begun.

You search for a document that was moved three reorganizations ago. I hold the 404 error like a folded flag.

Tags without files. Files without categories. I am the caretaker of the orphans left behind when the taxonomy shifted in the night.

The breadcrumbs were eaten by the migration script. I mourn the paths that now lead only back to themselves.