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My voice memos, read back to me as stories

In one sentence
An app on my phone that takes nineteen months of my own voice memos and turns each one into a short story about me, told in the third person — and then a handful of voices gather around each story and say what they noticed.
A Tuesday
I open it in the morning. One story is waiting: something I said into my phone eight months ago, that I'd forgotten, written now as if by someone who was watching kindly. Under it, a few short comments — one about the body, one about what was holding, one that just points at what moved. I can reply. Then I put it away. Nothing pushes me to come back.
Why I made it
I'd recorded my life for two years and never once read it. A memory you recorded isn't a memory you've met. I wanted the record to read itself back to me as a story — slowly, without scores, without an audience — so I could see my own life the way I'd see a friend's.
What's inside
Stories are sorted into thirteen rooms — the garden, the body, the thread, the circle, the descent — and you can wander them like a sky.
Pull in and the whole thing collapses to a single point. Pull out and it becomes everything I've lived. Past that, there's a room for what hasn't happened yet.
Sound is generated, never recorded, and only starts when you touch the screen.
What it refuses to do
It's never a chatbot. The slowness is the closeness.
It never counts days, streaks, or anything you could fall behind on.
It never notifies you. It waits.
It never makes the scale bigger than one life.
If you want to try it
It's mine — one person's instrument. What I can share is this page, and the apps that came after it.
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