Your life has more stories than you remember.

There are years of it in you. Most of it unlit.
Move the light and see.

Talk to it for a few minutes on ordinary evenings. Then, ten minutes before you walk in somewhere, tell it where you're going — and it hands you three things you'd forgotten, in your own words. All on your iPhone, and nowhere else.

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iPhone 15 Pro or newer.The model runs on your phone, not ours. iOS 26 or later.

What forgetting actually does

Today Five years from now Fifteen years from now

It doesn't disappear. It goes vague — and vague is the same as gone, the moment you try to tell someone about it.

The room you're about to walk into

You have ten minutes. Where are you going?

Pick the room. MyAttic reads back through everything you've written and returns one thing — yours, already true — sized for exactly that moment.

Waiting for a room

Illustrative. Every story MyAttic writes is built only from entries you wrote yourself.

Step one

You write a day down. Or you just say it.

No prompts, no template, no question of the day. Type it — or hold the microphone and talk, and your voice is transcribed on the phone while you speak. The audio is never recorded to a file and never leaves the device.

Long day. Went to Anita's for dinner, she made the thing with the lemons again. Talked about work for too long. Walked back the long way because it was warm and I wasn't ready to be inside yet. Rang Mum from the bridge. She sounded tired but she laughed at the lemon thing.

Spoken, not typed. Transcribed on the phone.

Step two

It stays exactly where you put it.

The day is kept on the phone in your hand, in a form that can be found again years from now without you having to remember it first. Not one byte is uploaded, because there is nowhere to upload it to.

Nothing is summarised away, nothing is scored, and nothing is ranked against anybody else's life. It sits there in your own words, waiting to be useful — which for most of it means years from now, on an evening you cannot currently imagine.

Step three

And years later, it hands one back.

You tell it where you are going — “dinner at Anita's, first time since the funeral” — and it goes back through all of it and hands you thirty seconds worth saying out loud.

She has made the lemon thing every single time, for years. You wrote that down on the night you rang your mother from the bridge and she laughed at it. You have been coming to this table far longer than the sad part.

The years you already have

You may have been keeping this for years already.

If you have kept a journal in Day One or in Apple's Journal, bring the whole archive across. MyAttic reads it in on the phone itself, and works from the first evening — nothing to start again, and nothing uploaded on the way in.

And if you have never kept one: ten entries is enough. That is one evening of talking, and there is already something to hand back.

Day One
Apple Journal
Plain text
Read in on the device

The belief

You didn't have a boring life. You had an unlogged one.

An ordinary life is not a small one.
It is only badly remembered.

This is the whole reason MyAttic exists

The Five

One evening. Five questions. Then it works.

Not five days. Five questions, about a life you have already lived, asked once on the evening you install it. Talk, don't type — it takes about ten minutes, and most people stop twice because they had forgotten.

One answer usually pulls another one out, so an evening rarely stops at five. Then it is set up, and there is no day two of this. No streak begins, no reminder is set, nothing starts counting. MyAttic is equally glad to see you after a day or after a year.

Five questions
About ten minutes
Spoken, not typed
Nothing to keep up

What we said no to

A thousand nos, so one yes could be true.

streaksdaily remindersmood scoresbadges a feedshare sheetsan accountcloud sync trackersa subscription to your own memory

The one yes: give a person their own life back, at the moment they need it.

The vault

There is nothing on the other end.

Most private apps promise that your data is encrypted on their servers. MyAttic makes a stranger, simpler promise: there are no servers. Once it is set up you can leave it offline: turn on airplane mode and every single thing on this page still works — the writing, the speaking, the reading, the finding, the story. Privacy here is not a policy you have to trust. It is an architecture, and it cannot change its mind.

On-device model
No account, ever
No profile of you
Works in airplane mode
Face ID lock
Nothing to breach