Gemotions

He hadn't slept well in days. The news had been impossible to ignore. His essay, the one about the pivotal moment he decided to pursue art, was now a case study in a student guidebook. He found it in the library.

He kept seeing it everywhere. His name, his words, plastered across pages, books, and websites. He was trapped in a whirlwind of exposure. Every casual conversation now seemed laden with hidden meanings, and every glance was a potential critique.

He was sitting in his dorm room, his hands were clenched in fists. His heart thundered in his chest. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to do something, anything, to break the stillness. He stood up, throwing on a coat. He needed to walk, to run, to move. His apartment suddenly felt too small. He slammed the door behind him.