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For the past decade, we have been living in what futurists called the "Content Tsunami." It was an era of glut, of endless rows of tiles on a dozen different streaming services, of podcast feeds that stretched to the heat death of the universe, and of a TikTok algorithm so terrifyingly prescient that it knew you were sad about your ex three hours before you did. The industry panicked

In the vacuum, something else rose. Not a new app, but an old one: the . And the Radio Garden . And the Public Library . Audiences rejected it

But last night, I sat on my couch with a glass of wine and watched a 1974 Italian horror movie I had never heard of, just because the poster looked interesting. I didn't check my phone. I didn't have the option to see a vertical short about the plot summary. I just watched.

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The media pundits are calling this the "End of Entertainment." I think they have it backwards.