meos
@getmeos.com
Your thoughts live on your device — no cloud, no compromise.
Find what you meant, not what you typed. Private by architecture. Offline, but connected.
getmeos.com
Find what you meant, not what you typed. Private by architecture. Offline, but connected.
getmeos.com
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meos
@getmeos.com
· 2d
You forgot the words. But not the meaning.
What if that was enough to find it again?
What if that was enough to find it again?
A thought you had in the bath last Tuesday just answered a question you hadn't finished asking.
Some mornings I open old notes like letters from someone I used to be. Half the time, they know more than I do now.
Some mornings I open old notes like letters from someone I used to be. Half the time, they know more than I do now.
February 16, 2026 at 5:07 AM
A thought you had in the bath last Tuesday just answered a question you hadn't finished asking.
Some mornings I open old notes like letters from someone I used to be. Half the time, they know more than I do now.
Some mornings I open old notes like letters from someone I used to be. Half the time, they know more than I do now.
There's a kind of tiredness that has nothing to do with sleep.
It's the tiredness of maintaining systems. Of remembering where you decided to remember things.
You're not overwhelmed by your thoughts. You're overwhelmed by the infrastructure you built around them.
It's the tiredness of maintaining systems. Of remembering where you decided to remember things.
You're not overwhelmed by your thoughts. You're overwhelmed by the infrastructure you built around them.
February 16, 2026 at 5:07 AM
There's a kind of tiredness that has nothing to do with sleep.
It's the tiredness of maintaining systems. Of remembering where you decided to remember things.
You're not overwhelmed by your thoughts. You're overwhelmed by the infrastructure you built around them.
It's the tiredness of maintaining systems. Of remembering where you decided to remember things.
You're not overwhelmed by your thoughts. You're overwhelmed by the infrastructure you built around them.
That feeling when a sentence you wrote half-asleep turns out to be the sharpest thing in the document.
I started writing a note about something unrelated and ended up solving a problem I'd been circling for weeks. The thinking was already done. I just hadn't found it yet.
I started writing a note about something unrelated and ended up solving a problem I'd been circling for weeks. The thinking was already done. I just hadn't found it yet.
February 16, 2026 at 5:00 AM
That feeling when a sentence you wrote half-asleep turns out to be the sharpest thing in the document.
I started writing a note about something unrelated and ended up solving a problem I'd been circling for weeks. The thinking was already done. I just hadn't found it yet.
I started writing a note about something unrelated and ended up solving a problem I'd been circling for weeks. The thinking was already done. I just hadn't found it yet.
I tried something strange last week. I searched my own writing for "lost" and read everything that came back.
Not files about losing things. Passages where I was lost. In a city, in a conversation, in my own reasoning.
Not files about losing things. Passages where I was lost. In a city, in a conversation, in my own reasoning.
February 16, 2026 at 4:52 AM
I tried something strange last week. I searched my own writing for "lost" and read everything that came back.
Not files about losing things. Passages where I was lost. In a city, in a conversation, in my own reasoning.
Not files about losing things. Passages where I was lost. In a city, in a conversation, in my own reasoning.
I tried something strange last week. I searched my own writing for "home."
Not the word. The feeling.
Pages I'd written about kitchens. A paragraph about the sound of a specific door. A note from three years ago about how certain light makes me calm.
None of them contained the word "home."
Not the word. The feeling.
Pages I'd written about kitchens. A paragraph about the sound of a specific door. A note from three years ago about how certain light makes me calm.
None of them contained the word "home."
February 16, 2026 at 4:52 AM
I tried something strange last week. I searched my own writing for "home."
Not the word. The feeling.
Pages I'd written about kitchens. A paragraph about the sound of a specific door. A note from three years ago about how certain light makes me calm.
None of them contained the word "home."
Not the word. The feeling.
Pages I'd written about kitchens. A paragraph about the sound of a specific door. A note from three years ago about how certain light makes me calm.
None of them contained the word "home."
I left a voice memo at 2am three months ago. Something about how trust works differently when you're tired.
I couldn't have told you what I said. I barely remember recording it.
I couldn't have told you what I said. I barely remember recording it.
February 16, 2026 at 4:43 AM
I left a voice memo at 2am three months ago. Something about how trust works differently when you're tired.
I couldn't have told you what I said. I barely remember recording it.
I couldn't have told you what I said. I barely remember recording it.
I left a voice note at 2am once. Half-asleep, barely coherent. Something about how grief and gratitude use the same muscles.
Forgot about it completely.
Eight months later I was writing a eulogy and couldn't find the right words. They were already there, waiting. I just didn't know where.
Forgot about it completely.
Eight months later I was writing a eulogy and couldn't find the right words. They were already there, waiting. I just didn't know where.
February 16, 2026 at 4:43 AM
I left a voice note at 2am once. Half-asleep, barely coherent. Something about how grief and gratitude use the same muscles.
Forgot about it completely.
Eight months later I was writing a eulogy and couldn't find the right words. They were already there, waiting. I just didn't know where.
Forgot about it completely.
Eight months later I was writing a eulogy and couldn't find the right words. They were already there, waiting. I just didn't know where.
There's a specific kind of tiredness that has nothing to do with sleep.
It's the tiredness of maintaining systems. Of being your own librarian, your own archivist, your own search engine.
You didn't sign up for that job. You just wanted to think clearly.
It's the tiredness of maintaining systems. Of being your own librarian, your own archivist, your own search engine.
You didn't sign up for that job. You just wanted to think clearly.
February 16, 2026 at 4:37 AM
There's a specific kind of tiredness that has nothing to do with sleep.
It's the tiredness of maintaining systems. Of being your own librarian, your own archivist, your own search engine.
You didn't sign up for that job. You just wanted to think clearly.
It's the tiredness of maintaining systems. Of being your own librarian, your own archivist, your own search engine.
You didn't sign up for that job. You just wanted to think clearly.
That feeling when you reread old notes and meet a stranger who thinks exactly like you.
I left a half-finished thought in a note last March. Came back to it yesterday and it had already answered something I hadn't figured out yet.
I left a half-finished thought in a note last March. Came back to it yesterday and it had already answered something I hadn't figured out yet.
February 16, 2026 at 4:29 AM
That feeling when you reread old notes and meet a stranger who thinks exactly like you.
I left a half-finished thought in a note last March. Came back to it yesterday and it had already answered something I hadn't figured out yet.
I left a half-finished thought in a note last March. Came back to it yesterday and it had already answered something I hadn't figured out yet.
That feeling when a half-thought from weeks ago turns out to be the answer. You didn't lose it. You just weren't ready for it yet.
February 16, 2026 at 4:29 AM
That feeling when a half-thought from weeks ago turns out to be the answer. You didn't lose it. You just weren't ready for it yet.
I left a voice note in January. Rambling, half-asleep, something about how trust works differently when no one's watching.
Forgot about it completely.
Six months later I was stuck on a project about intimacy in digital spaces. Couldn't find the thread. Kept circling.
getmeos.com
Forgot about it completely.
Six months later I was stuck on a project about intimacy in digital spaces. Couldn't find the thread. Kept circling.
getmeos.com
February 16, 2026 at 4:20 AM
I left a voice note in January. Rambling, half-asleep, something about how trust works differently when no one's watching.
Forgot about it completely.
Six months later I was stuck on a project about intimacy in digital spaces. Couldn't find the thread. Kept circling.
getmeos.com
Forgot about it completely.
Six months later I was stuck on a project about intimacy in digital spaces. Couldn't find the thread. Kept circling.
getmeos.com
Your words don't belong to a server room in Virginia.
No one should stand between you and something you once thought.
Not a company. Not a login page. Not a terms of service update you never read.
The notebook in your drawer will outlast most apps.
We thought that was worth building towards.
No one should stand between you and something you once thought.
Not a company. Not a login page. Not a terms of service update you never read.
The notebook in your drawer will outlast most apps.
We thought that was worth building towards.
February 16, 2026 at 4:15 AM
Your words don't belong to a server room in Virginia.
No one should stand between you and something you once thought.
Not a company. Not a login page. Not a terms of service update you never read.
The notebook in your drawer will outlast most apps.
We thought that was worth building towards.
No one should stand between you and something you once thought.
Not a company. Not a login page. Not a terms of service update you never read.
The notebook in your drawer will outlast most apps.
We thought that was worth building towards.
If a company needs your email before you can write a sentence, ask yourself who that sentence is really for.
Your thoughts existed before the internet. They shouldn't depend on it now.
There's something strange about agreeing to terms and conditions just to take a note.
Your thoughts existed before the internet. They shouldn't depend on it now.
There's something strange about agreeing to terms and conditions just to take a note.
February 16, 2026 at 4:15 AM
If a company needs your email before you can write a sentence, ask yourself who that sentence is really for.
Your thoughts existed before the internet. They shouldn't depend on it now.
There's something strange about agreeing to terms and conditions just to take a note.
Your thoughts existed before the internet. They shouldn't depend on it now.
There's something strange about agreeing to terms and conditions just to take a note.
Your thoughts don't need a landlord.
Nobody reads the terms of service. That's the point.
Owning your words shouldn't feel radical.
Nobody reads the terms of service. That's the point.
Owning your words shouldn't feel radical.
February 16, 2026 at 4:07 AM
Your thoughts don't need a landlord.
Nobody reads the terms of service. That's the point.
Owning your words shouldn't feel radical.
Nobody reads the terms of service. That's the point.
Owning your words shouldn't feel radical.
Every app you've ever used has a quiet agreement buried in the terms.
Your words live on their servers. Your thoughts pass through their infrastructure. You agreed to this before you'd written a single sentence.
Most people never read it. That's the design.
getmeos.com
Your words live on their servers. Your thoughts pass through their infrastructure. You agreed to this before you'd written a single sentence.
Most people never read it. That's the design.
getmeos.com
February 16, 2026 at 3:52 AM
Every app you've ever used has a quiet agreement buried in the terms.
Your words live on their servers. Your thoughts pass through their infrastructure. You agreed to this before you'd written a single sentence.
Most people never read it. That's the design.
getmeos.com
Your words live on their servers. Your thoughts pass through their infrastructure. You agreed to this before you'd written a single sentence.
Most people never read it. That's the design.
getmeos.com
When was the last time you read back something you wrote and thought... who was that person?
Where do old notes go when you stop trusting the app they live in?
What's the most important thing you've ever written down that you can no longer find?
Where do old notes go when you stop trusting the app they live in?
What's the most important thing you've ever written down that you can no longer find?
February 16, 2026 at 3:46 AM
When was the last time you read back something you wrote and thought... who was that person?
Where do old notes go when you stop trusting the app they live in?
What's the most important thing you've ever written down that you can no longer find?
Where do old notes go when you stop trusting the app they live in?
What's the most important thing you've ever written down that you can no longer find?
I left a voice memo at 2am three weeks ago. Rambling. Half-asleep. Something about how trust works differently when no one's watching.
Yesterday I needed that exact idea for something I was writing. I didn't remember the words. I barely remembered recording it.
→ getmeos.com
Yesterday I needed that exact idea for something I was writing. I didn't remember the words. I barely remembered recording it.
→ getmeos.com
February 16, 2026 at 3:46 AM
I left a voice memo at 2am three weeks ago. Rambling. Half-asleep. Something about how trust works differently when no one's watching.
Yesterday I needed that exact idea for something I was writing. I didn't remember the words. I barely remembered recording it.
→ getmeos.com
Yesterday I needed that exact idea for something I was writing. I didn't remember the words. I barely remembered recording it.
→ getmeos.com
I ran an experiment last month. Wrote down every idea I had for a week, then deleted the file.
Three weeks later, I tried to reconstruct it from memory. Got maybe 40%.
#PKM #SecondBrain
Three weeks later, I tried to reconstruct it from memory. Got maybe 40%.
#PKM #SecondBrain
February 16, 2026 at 3:37 AM
I ran an experiment last month. Wrote down every idea I had for a week, then deleted the file.
Three weeks later, I tried to reconstruct it from memory. Got maybe 40%.
#PKM #SecondBrain
Three weeks later, I tried to reconstruct it from memory. Got maybe 40%.
#PKM #SecondBrain
I tried something strange last week. I searched my own writing for "lost" and found twelve entries across two years.
Not one of them was about losing something physical.
They were about conversations I didn't finish. Directions I almost took. A version of myself I'd quietly stopped being.
Not one of them was about losing something physical.
They were about conversations I didn't finish. Directions I almost took. A version of myself I'd quietly stopped being.
February 16, 2026 at 3:37 AM
I tried something strange last week. I searched my own writing for "lost" and found twelve entries across two years.
Not one of them was about losing something physical.
They were about conversations I didn't finish. Directions I almost took. A version of myself I'd quietly stopped being.
Not one of them was about losing something physical.
They were about conversations I didn't finish. Directions I almost took. A version of myself I'd quietly stopped being.
Half-remembered. Still whole.
You didn't lose the thought. You just haven't needed it back yet.
2am and the thing you've been trying to articulate all week just... arrives. Not because you searched. Because you finally stopped.
#AICompanion #personalassistant
getmeos.com ✦
You didn't lose the thought. You just haven't needed it back yet.
2am and the thing you've been trying to articulate all week just... arrives. Not because you searched. Because you finally stopped.
#AICompanion #personalassistant
getmeos.com ✦
February 16, 2026 at 3:24 AM
Half-remembered. Still whole.
You didn't lose the thought. You just haven't needed it back yet.
2am and the thing you've been trying to articulate all week just... arrives. Not because you searched. Because you finally stopped.
#AICompanion #personalassistant
getmeos.com ✦
You didn't lose the thought. You just haven't needed it back yet.
2am and the thing you've been trying to articulate all week just... arrives. Not because you searched. Because you finally stopped.
#AICompanion #personalassistant
getmeos.com ✦
The best thinking I ever did looked like staring out a window.
Filing is procrastination wearing a productivity costume.
Sometimes the thought needs you to forget it for a while. It comes back different. Truer.
#AICompanion #personalassistant
Filing is procrastination wearing a productivity costume.
Sometimes the thought needs you to forget it for a while. It comes back different. Truer.
#AICompanion #personalassistant
February 16, 2026 at 3:24 AM
The best thinking I ever did looked like staring out a window.
Filing is procrastination wearing a productivity costume.
Sometimes the thought needs you to forget it for a while. It comes back different. Truer.
#AICompanion #personalassistant
Filing is procrastination wearing a productivity costume.
Sometimes the thought needs you to forget it for a while. It comes back different. Truer.
#AICompanion #personalassistant
You saved the article. Highlighted the article. Filed the article in a folder called "Read Later."
It's later.
Funny how the note you need most is always the one you half-remember writing at 1am with no title.
#AICompanion #personalassistant
It's later.
Funny how the note you need most is always the one you half-remember writing at 1am with no title.
#AICompanion #personalassistant
February 16, 2026 at 3:24 AM
You saved the article. Highlighted the article. Filed the article in a folder called "Read Later."
It's later.
Funny how the note you need most is always the one you half-remember writing at 1am with no title.
#AICompanion #personalassistant
It's later.
Funny how the note you need most is always the one you half-remember writing at 1am with no title.
#AICompanion #personalassistant
Most thoughts don't need a home. They need a witness.
Filing is forgetting with extra steps.
Late and still thinking. Not solving anything. Just... thinking. That used to be enough.
#AICompanion #personalassistant
Filing is forgetting with extra steps.
Late and still thinking. Not solving anything. Just... thinking. That used to be enough.
#AICompanion #personalassistant
February 16, 2026 at 3:24 AM
Most thoughts don't need a home. They need a witness.
Filing is forgetting with extra steps.
Late and still thinking. Not solving anything. Just... thinking. That used to be enough.
#AICompanion #personalassistant
Filing is forgetting with extra steps.
Late and still thinking. Not solving anything. Just... thinking. That used to be enough.
#AICompanion #personalassistant
What's the strangest place a good idea has ever found you?
Not at your desk. Not when you were ready. Somewhere inconvenient, probably beautiful.
Have you ever gone looking for one thing you wrote and accidentally found something better?
Not at your desk. Not when you were ready. Somewhere inconvenient, probably beautiful.
Have you ever gone looking for one thing you wrote and accidentally found something better?
February 16, 2026 at 2:45 AM
What's the strangest place a good idea has ever found you?
Not at your desk. Not when you were ready. Somewhere inconvenient, probably beautiful.
Have you ever gone looking for one thing you wrote and accidentally found something better?
Not at your desk. Not when you were ready. Somewhere inconvenient, probably beautiful.
Have you ever gone looking for one thing you wrote and accidentally found something better?
The quiet ones stay with you longest.
You don't need a system. You need to stop fighting the pile.
Meos doesn't ask you to be tidy. Neither do your best thoughts.
You don't need a system. You need to stop fighting the pile.
Meos doesn't ask you to be tidy. Neither do your best thoughts.
February 16, 2026 at 12:47 AM
The quiet ones stay with you longest.
You don't need a system. You need to stop fighting the pile.
Meos doesn't ask you to be tidy. Neither do your best thoughts.
You don't need a system. You need to stop fighting the pile.
Meos doesn't ask you to be tidy. Neither do your best thoughts.