Text Remi a thought, a date, a list — anything. She keeps it, and brings it back the moment you need it.
“Remi — Kate's birthday is May 12. I want to get her the Lune torte.”
You message Remi on WhatsApp like you would a friend. She files it into your bowl — clean, tagged, calm.
If you can text, you can use Remi.
Remi lives in WhatsApp. You don't download a thing. You just add a new contact.
A date. A list. A voice note. A photo of that book cover. Remi files it, asks only what's needed, and shuts up.
Morning rundown. Birthday nudge. Grocery list when you walk past the corner shop. You pick the rhythm.
Remi doesn't care about categories. She files — you just think out loud.
Bin day is Tuesday. Pay council tax by the 15th. Rotate the mattress every 6 months.
Mum prefers the green tea. Rami's kid's name is Arlo. Kate is turning 34 this year.
Open the café late on Fridays. Try writing in the morning. The word 'petrichor.'
Books to read: Piranesi · The Overstory · Bluets. Films to watch · records to find.
Remi is private by default. Your pebbles are encrypted in transit, never sold, never trained on. Export everything in one tap. Delete your bowl and Remi forgets.
No. Remi is a contact in your phone. You text her the way you'd text anyone else. She lives in WhatsApp.
Only the ones you send to her. She has no access to other threads. Ever. That's a hard line — technical, not just promised.
Nothing. Your bowl sits there, unchanged. You can export it any time, or delete it with one message: 'Remi, forget me.' And she does.
Yes. Forever. We believe memory shouldn't be a subscription. Advanced features (shared bowls, calendar weaving) are paid — but the core is free.
A small team in London and Melbourne who got tired of our own Notes apps. We're calm, not VC-caffeinated. Remi is built to last, not to scale by Tuesday.
save mum's anniversary — sept 14
Just Kids — Patti Smith
what if every café had a piano
tues · 3pm · don't forget
One conversation. Everything you're trying to hold onto. None of the friction.