Change file hierarchy and rewrite makefile

- File hierarchy is now as follows:
    - /
        - appendix/  < appendix source files
        - backlinks/ < backlink sources & builds
        - hapax/     < *.hapax source files
        - scripts/   < scripts, like *.js, *.hs, etc.
        - templates/ < templates for outputs
        - text/      < source files
        - trunk/     < assets, like css, images, heads, etc.
        - index.html
        - *.html
        - Makefile

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+---
+title: Stump
+genre: prose
+
+id: stump
+toc: "Stump"
+
+project:
+    title: "Buildings out of air: Paul in the Woods"
+    class: paul
+    order: 34
+    next:
+    - title: Early
+      link: early
+    - title: Swear
+      link: swear
+    prev:
+    - title: Joke
+      link: joke
+    - title: Stagnant
+      link: stagnant
+...
+
+He walked into the woods for the first time in months.
+It was a bright summer day but under the canopy of leaves it was cool and quiet and twilight.
+[There was no sound but his footsteps, his breathing.][]
+Instead of an axe, his right hand clutched his notebook.
+His left was in his pocket.
+A pencil perched behind his ear.
+
+He walked aimlessly until coming over a short rise he saw a stump.
+He recognized his handiwork in the way the stump made a kind of chair back---flat until the axe had gone through far enough, then a frayed edge like a torn page.
+Paul walked over to the stump and sat down.
+
+He looked up and tried to find a pattern in the placement of the trees.
+There was none.
+They grew randomly, beginning nowhere and ending in the same place.
+[A squirrel][] ran down one and up another for no reason.
+He opened his notebook and took his pencil from his ear but could think of nothing to write.
+
+A crow called hoarsely to another, something important.
+Paul looked up but could not see the black bird in the [leaves of the trees][].
+He looked back down to the cream-colored pages of his notebook.
+
+He was surprised that he'd written _YOU CANNOT DISCOVER ART_.
+
+[There was no sound but his footsteps, his breathing.]: music-433.html
+[A squirrel]: squirrel.html
+[leaves of the trees]: death-zone.html