Ode to passwords (because I keep forgetting them)
A thousand years ago
a password meant you mattered, belonged, were trusted.
You kept it locked in your mind and its importance made it impossible to forget.
Today, we have hundreds. Boring, stupid passwords for
boring, stupid tasks. And we forget them all and panic.
Where did I write that down?
And what’s my username?
That was never a worry in 1066.
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