Defeated, I opened my browser history.
It didn't exist.
It was 2 AM, and the glow of my laptop screen was the only light in the room. I was deep in a spiral of online research—ancient maps, lost libraries, obscure medieval monks who definitely had too much time on their hands.
Nothing.
I clicked —you know, just in case my past self had been feeling organized.
A single folder stared back at me: "To Read Later (2016)." Inside? A recipe for kale smoothies and a guide to building a birdhouse. I have never liked kale. I am terrified of power tools.
Panic set in.