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--- name: Feature Request slug: feature-request type: ritual status: running version: 4.2.1 released: "1968-01-01" maintainer: the user, always the user dependencies: - dissatisfaction - hope - a text field - someone who might listen license: CC-BY-WISHFUL-4.0 tags: - process - longing - feedback loop - the gap between what is and what could be ---
A small, formal grief. A door knocked on. A belief, still alive, that the thing could be better.
Someone notices an absence. The absence has a shape. They write the shape down, carefully, as if naming it will call it into being. They submit the form. The form travels into the internet, where it joins ten thousand others like it, all of them patient, all of them waiting in a queue that moves like a glacier over bedrock.
Somewhere, a triage meeting. Someone says backlog. Someone says maybe Q3. The request sleeps.
Occasionally: it wakes.
ERR_429: Too many requests. The team is small. The world is large.
ERR_WNF: Works as intended. The absence you noticed was deliberate.
ERR_OOS: Out of scope. Beautiful idea. Wrong house.
ERR_SOON: No ETA. "Soon" is not a date. It never was.
priority: medium # always medium
effort: unknown # always unknown
assignee: null # often null
status: open # hopefully open
votes: 1 # it starts with you
"I just want to be able to do the thing I keep trying to do." — every requester, in every era, on every platform
| Version | Note |
|---|---|
| 4.2.1 | Added upvoting. The loneliness is now quantified. |
| 3.0.0 | Public roadmaps introduced. Requests now visible. Still slow. |
| 2.1.0 | The suggestion box, physical, with a lock. |
| 1.0.0 | A letter. Ink. A long wait. |
Does it matter? Sometimes. The ratio is low. The alternative is silence, and silence changes nothing either.
Should I be more specific? Yes. The shape of what you want, precise and lit, travels farther.
Will it ship? The honest answer lives in uncertainty. The hopeful answer is: leave it open.