Media Man... - Trust Me, I'm Lying: Confessions Of A

In the world Leo built, the truth was the only thing that looked like a lie.

He deleted the draft, ordered another double espresso, and started looking for a new photo to edit. The beast was hungry again. Trust Me, I'm Lying: Confessions of a Media Man...

"Trust me," Leo muttered to his reflection in the coffee pot. "I’m lying." In the world Leo built, the truth was

The glow of the smartphone was the only thing illuminating Leo’s face at 3:00 AM. In the digital age, the news never sleeps, but more importantly, it never stops being hungry. In the world Leo built

That was his mantra. He knew the system because he helped build its pipes. He knew that the prestige outlets—the papers of record—didn't start stories anymore; they just "curated" the outrage generated by the blogs.