Legal-ish · but readable
The privacy page, told honestly
Most privacy policies are novels where the plot is “we collect everything.” This one is a haiku where the plot is “we can’t.” Here is the entire policy, in sections you will actually read.
What we know about you
Most sites bury this list; this site confronts you with its stunningly complete surveillance dossier up front, so you can review it at your leisure:
Collected (the blockbuster list)
- Your name
- Your email
- Your location (fine-grained)
- Your browsing history across the internet
- Your device fingerprint
- Your darkest search queries at 3 a.m.
- Blood type (we were optimistic)
Every item crossed out because none of it happens.
Collected (reality)
- Anything. That's the whole list.
We know you read articles. We do not know who you are. That’s the trick.
The one exception: view counts
Each article shows a rough “N views” number, powered by a third-party counter service (CountAPI). Here’s the uncomfortable honesty other sites skip: an anonymous hit is still a hit — some server, somewhere, saw your request. What it doesn’t get: cookies, accounts, IDs, or anything connecting one visit to another. You are a number, but only in the most literal sense possible.
The RSS feed
If subscriptions had a privacy league table, RSS would win lifetime achievement: your reader polls a file, the file says “here’s the news,” nobody logs who asked. We literally cannot tell subscribers from very committed lurkers.
Links out
Articles link to third-party sites; once you click through, their policies apply — not this page. We pick sources the way we pick stories: reputable first, sensational never, tracking pixels ideally absent.
Your rights, comedically exhaustive
- The right to be forgotten: already granted. You were never remembered.
- The right to access your data: here it is — ∅. (That’s the empty set. It ships fast.)
- The right to object: objections may be filed in the direction of any mirror.
- The right to portability: your data is portable because it weighs nothing. Try carrying zero bytes; it’s easy.
Changes to this policy
If this page ever gets longer, treat it as a bug report. The whole point of building something tiny is that nothing can quietly grow teeth.
The Brick, rehearsing its “we saw nothing” face.