Built for the decade nobody documents properly. Every Sunday at 8, Last7 tells you what your week was actually about.
Calendar, location, photos-taken-count — the ambient stuff you already generate. Nothing you have to log, and nothing that leaves your phone.
One tap when something was worth a mark. Takes two seconds and it's the only thing we ask of you all week.
Your week arrives written down — a headline, the count, and the one sentence that explains what you were actually doing with your time.
Every recap is printed on stock, not plotted on a grid. It's meant to be read once, kept, and occasionally sent to the person you spent Thursday with.
Each stroke is one week of your twenties. Filled means you marked it. That's the whole product — and the reason it only makes sense to start now.
Nobody's twenties announce themselves. They arrive as a Tuesday that ran late, a friend who stayed over, a week where nothing happened and you were fine. Every other app wants this decade to be optimised. We'd rather it were remembered.
Free while we're counting our first hundred thousand weeks. iPhone first, Android this winter.