Gemotions

He couldn’t sleep. He sat on his balcony, the city lights blurring into an amorphous glow. The book. It weighed on him, a physical presence even though miles away. He picked up his phone, scrolling through contacts, trying to find someone, anyone, to share this with. But who would understand? He felt a strange tingling in his fingertips, an urge to *do* something, to reclaim control. The air tasted sharp, metallic, charged. He looked out into the night, a plan forming in his head.