iPhone
A parking spot for the next twenty minutes. Not a list. Not Tuesday.
Say
Speak the thing you were about to lose. Nowra turns it into words. Audio is never kept. Type, if you’d rather.
See
On the Lock Screen. On the Home Screen. Not buried in Notes. Not waiting under groceries from March.
Clear
That’s a chip. If you ignore it, it dies tonight anyway. Reminders have a date. This has a now.
Your next twenty minutes, parked outside your head.
Seven chips, then you have to clear one. Nothing archives. Nothing repeats. Free, because a lock-screen sticky note should not have a subscription.
Coming soon to iPhone.