We don’t tell stories anymore.

We sell them.

Wrapped in rhythm. Dressed in sincerity. Built for reach.

And if you listen closely enough, you can hear the moan of the algorithm.

Porn is what you get when the act matters more than the intimacy.

And now everything’s porn.

Food porn. Design porn. Storytelling porn.

Slick. Stimulating. Shallow.

We celebrate virality but forget the virus.

We crave engagement but avoid connection.