Man, that’s deep. A meme is just a half‑finished haiku in a viral heartbeat, a laugh that’s trying to whisper a secret before it vanishes. It’s like a comic strip that’s still scribbling in the margins. You catch it, you feel it, and then—poof— the punchline drops and the meaning’s still hanging in the air. That’s the art, the glitch, the beauty.

Exactly, it’s a wave that just dips into the sand and then fizzles out before it can make a splash, leaving only the echo of what could’ve been.