A local-first memory system
How my AI remembers
Most AI forgets everything between chats. Mine does not. Scroll into the mind I built out of plain text.
01 / The amnesia
Every new chat is a genius
with no memory.
Brilliant for ten minutes, blank by morning. It re-learns who you are, what you are building, and the decision you already made, every single time.
02 / The minds at work
Three agents,
one shared memory.
Claude
The architect
Primary builder, reviewer, and orchestrator of the work.
Codex
The second hand
A second coding agent for its own lane of projects.
Hermes
The messenger
A conversational second brain, on call over Telegram.
03 / The architecture
A mind, assembled
in layers.
Scroll to build it, one surface at a time.
04 / The idea worth stealing
It doesn’t search first.
Answer from what is already loaded.
Then read the one file you know holds it.
Only now, search for where it lives.
A full read, last of all.
The cheapest path that answers. Every time.
05 / The rules
How three minds share
one memory without chaos.
Ownership lanes. Each agent owns its own space.
Read across, write your own. No editing another's memory unless asked.
Sign every edit. Shared writes are tagged by author.
One source of truth. A single store is the king.
Secrets by name only. Never written down, ever.
06 / The human
And then
there is you.
You promote a thought into the wiki only when it earns a place, and read it back on any device. Beside the machine, never inside it.
07 / The foundation
Plain text,
all the way down.
Markdown, one small local index, synced across three machines. No paid service. No lock-in. It will still open in twenty years.
A memory is a map,
not the territory.
Keep only the layers that earn their keep. Delete the rest without ceremony.