My god, the field of possibilities for how to spend his free time is absolutely limitless - the man could spend a billion dollars a year on personal entertainment and growth, on doing literally anything his heart desires, and die the richest man on the planet. He could visit every corner of the globe, talk with anyone on the planet, see any performance up close and personal, he could build magnificent buildings, found incredible institutions, sponsor whole art movements. He could die on the moon. The possibilities for this man are limited only by the actual possible, and he’s got enough money that on a reasonable timescale even that’s malleable.
But what’s he doing instead? He’s tweeting “my pronouns are Prosecute/Fauci.” He’s engaged in the shittiest, lowest quality, most horseshit expression of whatever passes for politics on Twitter, on which he spends a horrifying amount of time.
Is this what it’s like to watch an artist die slowly from a heroine addiction? Just an incredible breadth of potential, slowly wasting itself in the most obscene and depressing fashion, and all that possibility dying with it. What a goddamn tragedy.