Gemotions

The gallery's vibrant artwork blurred into one single symphony of colors. Each brushstroke seemed to reach out and touch something within him, and he felt exhilarated. He wasn’t able to hold still, he wanted to run. He felt a strong desire to see more, to experience everything. The noise was intoxicating.

A woman walked up to him, smiling, a smile that matched his own inner state, and began speaking. She described the way the colors seemed to leap off the canvas and enter her. His own reaction was the same. She had the same experience. She seemed to know what he was talking about. She felt it, too.

They talked for hours, lost in a world of shared sensations, of amplified emotions. The name of their condition was the least important detail. The feeling was all that mattered: Pure, unadulterated joy. He felt a deep sense of connection, a connection that transcended words.