Volume I
The inbox
Fleeting slips, dated and unjudged. Tomorrow’s self will know where to shelve them.
Collected works of you
A private library
of the mind.
Every note a volume. Every link a corridor. Mneme keeps a quiet reading room for the thoughts you intend to live with — not a feed, not a dump, a library with a lock.
Request a keyVolume II
The stacks
Evergreen notes, rewritten until they are true. Linked, not boxed. A mind you can browse.
Volume III
The index
Search that behaves like a librarian: it knows the essay even when you recall only the feeling.
“Your notes never leave the room. A second brain should not have a landlord.”
On privacy, as a courtesy of architecture
Local by default. Encrypted if you sync. No one reads over your shoulder — not a model, not a market, not a feed.