Seconds, not sessions.
Open. Capture. Return to your life. Recording a dot never becomes a task on the list — it stays lighter than the moment itself.
Dot
Every moment.
Kept.
Dot is a private app for recording a life in tiny entries called dots — a thought, a song, a place — each captured in seconds and kept for good.
Small enough to keep up with a life.
A dot takes less time to record than the moment took to live. That is the entire point.
Six kinds of moments.
A thought, a song, a book, a film, a place, a conversation. Almost anything a day is made of fits in a dot.
Patterns emerge.
Seven Denis Villeneuve films this month. You didn’t notice. Your dots did. Over years, the record starts to say something true.
Private by design.
No followers. No likes. Nothing to publish and no one to perform for. Dot is written for an audience of one — you.
A dot can be almost anything.
Six kinds, one habit: notice the moment, keep the moment.
A thoughtThe idea that arrived unannounced. 
A songThe one you played all week. 
A bookThe page you folded. 
A filmThe one you will watch again. 
A placeWhere the afternoon went. 
A conversationThe words worth keeping.
A different loop.
Social products manage a content cycle — create, publish, consume, engage. Dot manages a life.
LiveRecordOrganizeReliveReflectLive again
The loop closes where it began — with living.
Not a feed. Not a timeline.
A Life Stream.
A feed
is what other people push at you. Endless, loud, and never really yours.
A timeline
is merely things sorted by date. Accurate, and empty of meaning.
A Life Stream
is your moments, gathering — quietly becoming a record of who you are.
Time is not the enemy.
It’s part of the product.
A social post is worth the most on the day it’s published. Every day after, it’s worth a little less.
A dot appreciates. Today, a small note. In a year, a pattern. In ten years, a portrait of who you are.1
Audience of one.
Dot is not a social network. There is no feed to fill, no one to follow, nothing to share. What you record belongs to you — and to the person you’re becoming.
Begin the record.
A hundred thousand dots don’t compose a timeline. They compose a person.2