Gemotions

The radio played softly in the background, a melody he’d heard a thousand times. He sat on the porch swing, slowly, rhythmically pushing himself back and forth. The motion was hypnotic, yet failed to bring any… peace.

The fence being installed next door was a busy distraction. The hammering, the shouting, the movement— all of it was vibrant and alive. He stared at it.

He picked up the newspaper, flipped through the pages. Each headline, each article, felt distant and meaningless. He put the newspaper down and closed his eyes. Then he got up and went inside.