Anketta is built and run by one person — and now, as you sign up, it says so. A quiet new step near the end owns up to the rough edges still being smoothed, shows you where to flag anything off — the top of your profile — and promises a quick fix, often by the next day. It also asks how signing up felt, because that's how it gets better.
Anketta should only ever hand you pages you can read. Your feed now holds manuscripts in your own language — the one you read and write in — and the readers closest to you come first: your city, then wider, then everywhere.
React to a message and it grows quietly upward now, keeping its place — the conversation no longer drops down to fit a reaction in. And a manuscript no longer opens to a blank page: its outline — headings and lines — is there at once, filling in as you watch.