Dear Solana,
Look around.
There are no memes left.
Everything is paired with anything. An inu with a stock. A cat with gold. A coin with a company that already has a building, a board, and a billion dollars.
Who cares about stocks.
Stocks already have a home. They have Wall Street. They have CNBC. They have people in suits telling you to be patient for twenty years.
This is not that.
You are not here to send money to millionaire people. That is what the other internet is for. That is what the other chain is for. That is what the ticker with a logo from 1987 is for.
Solana is not born for that.
Solana is born for memes.
Fast. Cheap. Ugly. Funny. Alive. A picture, a name, a joke, and a crowd that gets it in one second.
And then they killed it.
They called it maturity. They called it utility. They called it “real assets onchain.” They paired the joke with the thing the joke was supposed to escape.
Now the feed is full of nothing. No punchline. No culture. Just tickers wearing costumes.
That is MEMELESS.
Not no coins. Worse. Coins with no meme. Liquidity with no laugh. A casino that forgot why anyone walked in.
If it needs a prospectus, it is not a meme.
If it needs a pairing, it is not a meme.
If it makes a millionaire richer for being a millionaire, it is not a meme.
Memes do not need permission.
Memes do not need a stock.
Memes do not need your uncle’s portfolio.
Solana was born for memes.
Bring them back.
Or admit it.
We are living in MEMELESS.
— MEMELESS
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