I mean

Here is another unreadable thing that is sort of transitionally lost and trades in the idea that celebrities think and look and act in platitudes and binaries (bad and good, dead and not dead) and the idea that stream-of-consciousness will naturally accumulate drama and tension and emotional arrival, which it won’t because it is just about the laziest thing you can do with a story, the whole thematic stuff of which is, “You know how corpses don’t breathe? They don’t.”