Thoughts
Free, short notes — slips of paper falling into a basin. Timestamp, context, nothing more.
Your second memory. Private, local, alive.
In the Pensieve, Dumbledore draws silver threads from his temple — not to forget them, but to finally be able to look at them. This is the same idea, only for your everyday life.
Pensive is a place for notes, half-thoughts, names, promises, and loose ends. Whatever you drop in becomes entities, connections, questions, collections. A small agent at the heart of the app thinks along in the background — never loud, never pushy.
It runs on your machine. No account, no cloud, no foreign model indexing your memories. Just you and a database that remembers with you.
Free, short notes — slips of paper falling into a basin. Timestamp, context, nothing more.
People, places, projects, things. Aliases are first-class: Marco = m. = Mr. S.
Everything connects to everything. A linker draws edges on a schedule; a small LLM pass resolves ambiguous cases — quietly, in the background.
A rhythm the agent breathes on. Sleeps when there's nothing to do. Speaks only when it has something to say.
Recurring small jobs. Every Sunday evening, leaf through the week. That's programming enough.
One nameless background presence. Wakes on the heartbeat, follows the crons, writes back into the same basin you do.
Software for your own memory shouldn't get smarter. It should get quieter. It should know how to wait.