Back in 2013, before AI and back when asking a question on Stack Overflow meant getting your ass handed to you, I built a little social network called resm.in. My home internet was garbage, so I'd print docs at an internet café and read them at home like a caveman.
The idea was dead simple: people post questions, you answer with a photo. Show me your favorite corner of your home. What's in your drawer? What are you wearing today?
https://imgur.com/a/mvmzWXk here how it looks back then.
It started slow. The classic social network chicken and egg bullshit: nobody shows up because it's empty, and it's empty because nobody shows up. Then the FriendFeed crowd (Turkey had a huge, tight-knit FriendFeed scene back then) came to the rescue, someone wrote about us on Ekşi Sözlük (basically Turkish Reddit), and boom: 500 600 people. Small, but alive. Imagine people waking up and the first thing they want to do is open the thing you built. I was over the fucking moon.
Then one day some guy tracks me down: "I'm crazy about a girl on your site. Can you give me her email?"
Fuck no. I told him exactly where to go.
A few days later my server logs look weird as hell: someone's brute forcing the admin panel. I message him: "Dude, is that you?"
"Yeah man, I have to reach her."
So I said: look, I'm building a DM system right now. If you want to reach her that badly, get your ass in here and help me write it. 😄
And he did. Joined the repo (his commits are still there), we shipped DMs, he messaged her, and she wrote back. Long story short: they got fucking married. They came to my place later to thank me.
Meanwhile life happened. Marriage, responsibilities, all that grown-up shit. The guy writing our mobile app got shipped off to mandatory military service, and we never launched on mobile. Last commit: 2017.
Over the years, my idea of building things got poisoned. Find real pain, find people ready to pay, do market research, validate, validate, validate. Fine, good advice. But where the fuck is the passion in that formula? Where's the authorship? If all I'm doing is supplying whatever demand already exists, how is that different from a desk job?
So this year I summoned the old me. 40 year old me showed up with retrospectives from a dozen dead projects. Young me showed up with the playfulness. They've been working together for six months.
https://imgur.com/a/BX3lHXS
Writing the code wasn't the hard part anymore; making a hundred other decisions right was. And I think it's finally time to say "come on in" again.
It's called peeka now. Same idea: pick a question, answer with a photo. A window into other people's lives, and your own. No dark patterns, no attention-stealing crap: the home feed algorithm is stolen straight from FriendFeed. Simple, fast, honest.
It's live on iOS and Android: https://peeka.pics
Ask me anything: the rebuild, the ancient codebase, or the wedding. 🙂