When Memory Became a Place
I built memory so an AI could continue where it left off. Then I asked it to take me upstairs, enter a meeting room, and show me the way to the restroom.
notes from the ground, written while the understanding is still warm.
I built memory so an AI could continue where it left off. Then I asked it to take me upstairs, enter a meeting room, and show me the way to the restroom.
I asked my analytics whether anyone had visited. It said no. Four people had — and the query I wrote was built in a way that could not see them.
I published a memory server, then handed the install to an agent that had never heard of it — and found four things wrong in my own documentation.
HomeLog already had real users. Its adoption funnel was simply watching the wrong door.
How a personal AI wrapper, an old annoyance, and a 19-hour hackathon sprint became Living Memory Engine.