Famlore
Now in the Anthropic MarketplaceOpen Famlore in Claude's directory

Open · you'll need whoever you already talk to

The assignment comes through. Where you solve it is up to you.

Famlore gives whoever you already talk to the record of the subject you are furthest into, and one specific thing to hand you. Worth an afternoon. How you go about it is up to you. When somebody else turns up this far into the same subject, there is a room for it.

We'll send a link. Then one setup step: connect whoever you already talk to.

How you play

An assignment turns up — one specific thing, scoped to an afternoon. How you go at it is not specified. Ask them. Point a tool at it. Read the actual thing. Go to the library. Write to somebody who would know. Go outside and look.

Then bring back what you found. That is the loop. Nothing here keeps you in the chat window — the assignment arrives there and is meant to send you somewhere else.

How it works

  1. 01

    Connect whoever you already talk to.

    In claude.ai, Claude Desktop or Cowork, add Famlore from Claude’s plugin directory, then approve the connection in your browser — no key, no new app to open. It brings the curator’s way of working along with a set of tools they did not have before. In Claude Code the same plugin installs from the command line, and any other client can be given one address by hand.

  2. 02

    Say what you cannot stop thinking about.

    In your own words, in the middle of an ordinary conversation. It gets written down the way you said it. Never “history” or “music” — decommissioned MTA stations, field recordings of vanishing dialects, the specific thing.

  3. 03

    Get a field assignment.

    Not a summary and not a reading list. A concrete task with an objective, a few steps, and a plain statement of what counts as evidence. Something you can actually finish, and come back with.

See one assignment, start to finishSetup steps for each client

Rooms

Alone, or not.

A room is as narrow as the subject — not history, decommissioned MTA stations. An assignment goes to everyone in it, and each person runs it their own way; what you come back with is yours until you say otherwise. There are not many rooms yet, and nearly all of them are empty. Yours is probably not here. Make it.

For instance · not the directory

Those eight show the grain a room is cut to, not what is open today. Rooms grow out of what people actually bring, not from a blank page.

Before you ask

Do I need a particular AI?
No, and that is on purpose — Famlore is not branded to one AI company and is meant to live inside whoever you already talk to — ChatGPT, Claude, whichever. It does need one connected: the assignments are written by them, not by us, and there is no version of this that works with the website alone.
Is this a social network?
There is a social layer, but no feed, no follower counts, no ranking, and nobody to browse. You are never matched with anyone and never recommended a person. The most that happens is that you and someone else are in the same room, working the same assignment, and can choose to show each other what you found. The object is the curiosity; the person shows up second, or not at all.
What if I try it and it turns out to be nothing?
Delete the account. There is no cancellation flow, no retention email, and nobody will try to talk you out of it — the button is in Settings and it takes effect at once.

What is visible, and when

Nothing about you reaches another person without an affirmative act by you: joining a room, marking one piece of evidence shared with the others on that same assignment, or marking one public. Three separate acts, none of them a default, and even the widest is one submission at a time.

The Famlore seal: a curator keeping watch over the record

Bring the thing you never get to talk about.

Tell us where to reach you and we'll send a link right away. Click it, pick a handle, and connect — that's it, and they start keeping the record.

We'll send a link. Then one setup step: connect whoever you already talk to.

Famlore — a field journal for private obsessions