everything is regurgitated

Once upon a time, there was The End.

It closed the book, flashed before the credits and made the record needle finish its slow journey around the disc. Couples rode off into sunsets, criminals were locked up, arias swelled. And then: poof — it was over.

That was before sequels, syndication, spinoffs and sampling. It was before remixing, rerunning, recycling and re-releasing.

These days, you can’t turn on the radio without hearing a new song sampling an old loop; you can’t watch basic cable without catching an old rerun in syndication; you can’t hit a movie theater without seeing a preview for a sequel; and you can’t walk down Broadway without finding a movie turned into a musical, often destined to be turned back into a movie.

You might call it the end of The End. 
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