Thursday is four days away
09:14 · you
You say it, badly,
and carry on.
No form. No type picker. No folder to choose while you are still mid-thought. Five seconds, and it is out of your head.
Plant a thought, grow a brain
A second brain that tends itself
One week of captures. Drag the seam →One week of captures, already connected
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Thursday is four days away
09:14 · you
No form. No type picker. No folder to choose while you are still mid-thought. Five seconds, and it is out of your head.
it lands
09:14 · inbox.md
Nothing has been decided yet, and nothing needs to be. The file is yours, it is in your git, and it would still be readable in thirty years.
it becomes something
09:31 · claude
A type, a deadline read out of the word "thurs", an importance you can always overrule, and the links it noticed on its own.
it finds its relatives
09:31 · the graph
A task can point at anything — a person, a place, a day, or a type you invented last week. So every one of them grows a list of its own, free.
it finds you
Monday 07:00 · your plan
Ranked from what it actually knows — the deadline, what blocks what, how long things take, and what you said mattered.
Everything it is
capture · under 5s
Hit ⌘K anywhere, or just tell Claude out loud. It goes in raw and comes back structured.
graph
your types
No code, no deploy, no restart.
focus
A committed band with a capacity bar, over a ranked shelf.
dates
…so I told her I'd sort it out before the 24th, probably Sunday.
your files
Nothing to sync, nothing to export, nothing that can hold your notes hostage. Skip Claude for a week and capture still works.
wallet
Your types are yours
A type's icon, colour, fields, what its cards print and how its page sorts are all data in your own vault. Inventing one is a change to your brain alone.
Your files
Soon
Loam is being built in the open and is not taking sign-ups yet. When it is, your brain will be a git repository from its first minute — on your own machine, in files that outlive the app that made them.