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how it works

One real work, every day, chosen for the person you are and the day you are in.

A poem, a letter, a piece of music, a teaching story, a painting, a ritual. Something a human made, kept by a tradition, and sent to you because today is asking for it. Nothing is generated. Nothing is generic. Nothing is assumed.

One person's first week

An animated demo. A real shape of how the daily text lands.

Silt
Day 1 · Signup
This is Silt. Two questions. Take your time.

First: Tell me where you come from culturally. The places that shaped you, the tradition you grew up in, and anything you've taken on as an adult that wasn't given to you.

Second: And what are you carrying right now?
Mexico City. Loud buses, jasmine at night, my grandmother's kitchen. Now in Chicago. Catholic on my mother's side — my grandmother kept a shrine. I've been studying Zen for a decade.
My grandmother is sick. Whether to go back.
Listening. Something for you lands in a few minutes.
Day 1 · First arrival
The letter strips away distance until only the voice remains.
I think of you constantly. I carry your image everywhere. Frida Kahlo to Diego Rivera
Day 2 · An image
Ceramic vessel
Hands shaped this 400 years before anyone called it art. Ceramic vessel · Oaxaca · Met Museum
Day 3 · A poem
The body decides before the mind catches up.
No one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark. Warsan Shire · Home
This one hit hard
Day 4 — silence
Day 5 · A ritual
Your grandmother kept a shrine. In her tradition, the saints listen when you light a candle. Tonight, light one.
Day 6 · Music
The guitar finds the part of you that Spanish holds and English doesn't.

▶ Chavela Vargas · La Llorona
How did you know about Chavela
She sang for the same country you carry.

The rhythm

Not on your schedule. On its own.

Silt does not run on a schedule. Something arrives in the morning on one day, in the afternoon on another, in the evening a week later, or not at all. Before a major holiday the engine goes quiet. On the anniversary of someone you lost, the artifact returns from the same week last year. The day itself does the work.

The frame names what is asking. A count day in a tradition you carry. A season turning. A place loaded with something for you. A recurring human situation you named when you signed up. Cultures have always told their people when to stop and what to attend to. Silt is a delivery system for that demand, drawn across the full human record.

If you text back, Silt reads it. If you say what you are carrying, a hard week, a yahrzeit, a decision you are sitting with, the next send shifts. The portrait of you deepens with every reply. By the second month, Silt reads you differently than it did on day one.

Silt is not a chatbot. It does not give advice or answer questions. It does not produce text on demand. One short text a day. Sometimes none. That is the product.

Questions

The small things.

Can I reply to Silt?

Yes. Replies shape what comes next. A reply marked [hit] sharpens the register. A reply about what you are going through shifts the engine toward you. You are not required to reply, silence is fine, but if you do, it listens.

What if Silt gets it wrong?

Sometimes it will. Reply with what didn't land. The engine reads the reply and adjusts. The point is not perfect fit on every message. The point is that across a year, the rhythm is yours.

Can I stop at any time?

Text STOP to any message. Silt pauses delivery immediately. If you want your data deleted, message us through contact, see the privacy policy for full details.

Do you read my replies?

The engine reads them to inform what arrives next. No human reads your replies on a routine basis. If you flag a crisis or text something that suggests immediate harm, we are alerted so we can check in.

What if I don't have a tradition?

Most people carry theirs in pieces. Silt works with the texture, what your family did with grief, what you reach for in a hard week, the songs that meant something you cannot explain, the places that changed you. You do not have to name it. The engine reads the shape.

Is this generated by AI?

The AI chooses. Humans made everything it chooses from. Every poem, teaching, letter, painting, piece of music, ritual, drawn from a verified body of real human works, attributable to a hand. Nothing generated.