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Popular media has stopped being a shared culture and has become a curated culture. We are united not by what we love, but by the platform we use to love it. And yet, paradoxically, the industry is desperate for the "Event." The Super Bowl halftime show. The Barbenheimer weekend. The final season of Stranger Things . These are dying gasps of monoculture.

In the summer of 1999, millions of people sat in dark theaters watching a group of strangers trapped inside a simulated reality, fighting for survival. The film was The Matrix . The irony, of course, is that two decades later, we realized we hadn’t been watching a warning—we had been watching a prophecy. We are the ones who plugged in.