None of this was made to last. A voice memo on a cassette left in a flat in Kielce, one conversation buried in a phone backup, a side project you finally admitted was over, a Markdown file you wanted somebody to read once, a sentence about AI you wrote on a slip of paper and dropped in a box. Each of these gives the thing an address and leaves it there.
One conversation, exported as a website you can open in 20 years
→ messagealbum.com
A permanent headstone for the project you finally admitted was dead
→ bury.lol
A permanent home on the web for one Markdown file
→ share.markedapp.com
Four hundred handwritten confessions, dropped in a box
→ whatwetellai.com