The word ‘meh‘ isn’t much of anything; it isn’t a word, not even a thought. But it does reflect our mediocre lot, this meh species of ours. Rather than being clever, as we purport, we have addled ourselves with half-realizations mirroring our stasis. Meh. We live emptiness, half to and from nothing, cloaked in a pretended indifference that we use to mask our terror and ignorance. That’s our meme: not bad, not good, just sitting in the back, waiting for class to end. Plagued by likes, tweets and blogs, anything to avoid the realization of our inevitable demise, our dull species continues back to irrelevance, our genesis, a meh meme of our end.