February 14th, 6:07 PM. You’re dodging rose peddlers on 5th Avenue when you see it for the first time: the Stupidity Lasts Forever Black Tee. A street artist sprays “ROSES WILT, LOVE FADES, STUPIDITY LASTS FOREVER” on a boarded-up jewelry store. His shirt? Same slogan. Same stark white sans-serif. Same guillotine underline. You smirk—*edgy*. He stops mid-graffiti. Turns. Stares. Not at you. Through you. The tee’s text seems to pulse. You walk faster.  
At the coffee shop, the barista’s apron hides the tee… until she bends to steam milk. There it is: “STUPIDITY LASTS FOREVER.” She freezes, pitcher in hand, as you order. Her eyes lock on yours. The milk screams. The underline on her shirt bleeds into the foam art—a perfect ☠️. You leave without your latte.  
On the subway, a businessman reads the *Wall Street Journal*. His trench coat parts. The tee. You lurch backward. He doesn’t look up. Doesn’t blink. Just… stares, paper trembling in his grip. The train screeches. The ads above him glitch—“BUY LOVE” becomes “BUY NOTHING.”  
By 8:23 PM, you’re in a dive bar, vodka neat. The bartender polishes glasses. His sleeves rolled up. There. On his forearm: a tattoo of the tee’s slogan. He catches your gaze. Nods to a corner booth. A woman sits, hood up, slurping ramen. She opens her jacket—*the tee*. The bartender rasps: “He designed it, y’know. The guy who hates Valentines. Hates love. Hates… everything.”  
You’re sprinting now. Neon hearts mock you from shop windows. An alleyway. A flickering sign: *TONZOBEAST POP-UP – 24HR SALE*. Inside, racks of the tee. Hundreds. Thousands. A man in a Legacy Gold Snapback leans against the wall, face shadowed. “Y’look like someone who gets it,” he says. Voice like a chainsaw on concrete. “Love dies. Stupidity? That’s forever.”  
You wake up at dawn, the tee folded on your dresser. No memory of buying it. Outside your window, a jogger passes. His shirt: ROSES WILT. He stops. Turns. Smiles. You don’t breathe until he’s gone.