Around graduation, the photos are scattered across everyone’s phone. A few get posted in the group chat, some stay in a camera roll — and two phone upgrades later, part of it is gone.
What if there were a space belonging only to that class: everyone uploads, everyone sees, every photo can carry a few lines, even a note to your future self. Open it years later and it is a shared memory of a group of people, not a folder on someone’s hard drive that nobody opens again.
The hard part is longevity: accounts get deleted, servers get shut down, group chats go quiet. To hold a memory, the app has to outlive it.
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Life needs less overthinking. Do more. Feel more.
