He says the universe has been repeating and will continue to repeat for infinite time across infinite space, and how could I not take this personally?

My partner rolls over and sees I’m still awake, on my laptop, and crying. He asks what’s wrong and after I tell him he rolls back over, mumbling about how I should never have made an OnlyFans. That I couldn’t handle it.

“You just don’t understand,” I reply.

“Go to bed.”

I keep shaking my head, because this guy was a philosopher—famous, genius—dead, and therefore important to impress.

Nietzsche messages again, this time about SISSY SHOWER SURPRISE and how objective reality does not exist, and I can’t look away.