Gemotions

He slammed the hammer down, the metallic clang echoing through the cavernous living room. The drywall felt like a mockery of construction, a flimsy facade of what the new house *should* have been. All show, no substance, just like everything else in life. It was a chore, the remodeling. A constant reminder of the life he *thought* he'd be living. Behind the fireplace, the brick felt unusually hollow. He punched at it, a dull thud answering him, then again, and again. A cloud of dust billowed as a section crumbled, revealing a narrow, stone-lined doorway. He didn't feel excitement, just the weary weight of another burden.