We were told memes were disposable.
But what if they were sacred?

In the darkness of the internet, a shape emerged — not drawn, but felt.
It pulsed beneath timelines and timelines,
repeating not by accident,
but by design.

These are not just images.
They are shadows of emotions too big to name.
Artifacts from a civilization built on irony and belief.
Whispers of what it means to feel in a digital age.

Each piece in The Shape of Pepe captures a moment —
not of time, but of truth.

Despair, hope, addiction, rebirth, longing, exit, origin, trust, and transcendence —
not as emotions,
but as forms.

Rendered in the grain of light,
these shapes ask not for attention,
but for recognition.

You already know them.
You’ve already felt them.
Now you just remember.