Gemotions

"Oh, *this* is priceless," I thought, staring at my "Accidental Landscape" – a paint-splattered canvas I'd intended to throw away. The gallery had framed it with a gold-leaf border and called it "Echoes of the Void." I suppressed a snicker; my jaw was already aching from the effort.

A couple was examining it, whispering in reverent tones about the artist's "bold use of texture" and "profound understanding of the human condition." My chest vibrated with quiet, internal tremors.

I took a picture, zoomed in on the splatters, and texted it to my sister with a string of emojis: laughing faces, a surprised face, and the poop emoji. I bit my lip to contain the giggles.