shows you exactly which apps on your mac are making network requests right now and where to. terminal-first, free, open source. no gui, no subscription. just you seeing what your machine is actually doing.

finds and deletes every trace of an app after you uninstall it. caches, configs, logs, launchagents — all of it. mac only. because dragging to trash never actually removes anything.

runs silently in the background and logs everything you type locally. at midnight it surfaces the words, topics, and names you typed most. no cloud, no uploads. just you learning what your brain was actually obsessing over today.

hide encrypted messages inside ordinary images. send a photo of your coffee, receiver runs it through wire and reads your message. no accounts, no servers, no metadata trail. steganography as a daily communication layer.

drag any file onto it — binary, code, music, archive — and it renders a unique piece of abstract art from the raw byte patterns. a visual fingerprint of data. every file looks different. some are beautiful.

leave a message pinned to a GPS coordinate. anyone who walks within 20 meters can read it. the message disappears after one read. like finding a note tucked under a park bench — except global and encrypted.

upload someone's writing — emails, journals, essays — and talk to a model trained only on their words. not a chatbot. not therapy. something stranger. a way to sit with a voice that no longer exists.

a personal site builder with one hard rule: the entire page must fit under 10kb. forces you to strip everything to what actually matters. your words, one image, one link. nothing else survives the constraint.

pulls your browser history and maps the invisible patterns in how you move through the web. which sites you always visit after which. which rabbit holes you fall into at 2am. your browsing as a map of your mind.

a social network where the more a post gets liked, the less visible it becomes. popularity buries things instead of surfacing them. the best stuff is always one layer down. you have to actually look.

you can only post about an event 30 days after it happened. no live-tweeting. no hot takes. by the time you can post, the noise has settled and you actually know how you feel. social media as reflection instead of reaction.

your typing rhythm is as unique as a fingerprint. pulse captures the timing between your keystrokes and builds a biometric signature from it. passive, local, and eerie. no two people type the same word the same way.

bookmarks that expire in 7 days unless you actively save them. forces you to decide what actually matters vs what you were just going to read later. your reading list as an act of intention, not accumulation.

posts are only visible to people who were physically near you in the last 24 hours. your content exists in a radius, not a feed. no followers, no reach. just the people who were actually there.