Every now and then, my mum leaves a little note for my dad on the kitchen table reminding him to turn the oven on for dinner when he comes back from work, or my dad for her by her bike keys telling her he fixed the brakes.
A little note on the counter is to text messages what a postcard is to emails - it feels so special. But it also makes a lot of sense to attach these messages to where they need to be read, rather than receiving them in the wrong place and at the wrong time and forgetting all about it.
I created Vox for my parents: a low tech, embodied voicemail that is not attached to a person but to a place. It captures a voice message that can be replayed as many times as wanted.