Stories used to carry us.
They gave shape to suffering, direction to effort, and meaning to time. You were inside something larger — a lineage, a calling, a struggle that mattered beyond the moment.
Now narratives dissolve in real time.
Algorithms don’t tell stories. They deliver fragments. Moments without memory. Outrage without arc. Entertainment without inheritance. When everything is content, nothing becomes myth — and without myth, people drift.
This isn’t disbelief.
It’s narrative starvation.
When stories die, identity collapses inward. Life becomes episodic. Motivation thins. People stop asking why and focus only on what’s next. A culture without narrative doesn’t rebel or rebuild — it just scrolls.
Humans don’t survive on facts alone.
They survive on meaning stretched across time.
And when no story holds, people begin to feel like extras in a script that forgot them.
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