Fitim Osmanollaj | ⟠ |

Somewhere between all the tickers, I started missing the people. I haven’t posted much since Chillhouse and PONS. I still believe in both. But something has been on my mind these past few days. We spend hours scrolling, checking charts, chasing the next story. Hoping to find something that survives long enough to mean something. I know that routine a little too well. But when I think about what first drew me into this space, I remember the feeling of finding people who saw what I saw. The conversations. The ridiculous memes. Watching strangers slowly become familiar names. And that quiet thought: imagine if this actually becomes something. I miss having something to gather around. Something people with different beliefs and loyalties can recognise a little of themselves in. You don’t have to agree on everything to want to be part of the same story. That’s the possibility I keep coming back to with $MAMESUKE. A little dog, and a feeling I haven’t quite been able to shake. It reminds me of what drew me to Shiba in the first place: the possibility that something playful could bring enough people together to leave a mark on this space. That comparison is a feeling, not a prediction. I hold MAMESUKE, and of course that colours how I see it. Whether it becomes anything lasting depends on what people actually do from here. Still, I find myself imagining it. People finding common ground. Giving this little dog a story. Building something we might one day look back on and say: I remember when we were just getting started. Maybe that’s what I’ve been searching for between all those tickers. I wonder how many of you miss it too. $MAMESUKE SCGBBnSwnekytGFHgyeHHxPMiN7xDxsWFGg9JgFSTNK