Gemotions

He strolled through the bustling exhibition, a ghost among the spectators. His "Concrete Jungle," a series of graffiti-style murals he’d slapped onto a derelict warehouse wall, had been replicated and scaled down onto canvas. He felt a bubbly sensation in his stomach.

He listened to the gallery curator's flowery speech about the artist's "raw urban sensibility." The absurdity of the situation tickled his ribs. He suppressed a guffaw by pretending to cough.

He imagined the artist's reaction if they knew. A grin spread across his face. He pulled out a Sharpie and started doodling on one of the visitor's brochures.