For people over fifty
who would rather stay in tonight.

What an evening here is

• From your own room

  You are at home. No address to give, no journey back, no one knowing where you are.

• Eight minutes, face to face

  Live, on video. How they listen, where their eyes go, whether they laugh at themselves. None of it can be edited.

• Then the next person

  The round ends on the clock, you say goodbye, and the next face appears. A few people, never a crowd.

• A room kept in balance

  Never nine of one and two of the other. The evening refuses seats before that happens.

• Nothing to hand over

  No profile to write, no photos to upload, no inbox for strangers. You are seen for eight minutes because you chose to be there.

• Your own door

  Everyone in this room chose it, the way you did, and can change it any time. We never ask why, only which. Nobody from another room is seated here.

Everyone in the room signed in with a phone number, is over eighteen, and is seen live. Anyone can be reported and blocked in a tap. That is what we can promise about the person across from you, and we promise nothing more. The rest of the week, the same app sits together every evening at half past seven, in silence. That part is free and always was.