Gemotions

The endless scrolling of social media did nothing. Mark’s eyes felt dry, his brain felt numb. He’d already checked his email three times, even though he knew there were no new messages. He felt a profound sense of… something. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He pushed himself up from the couch and wandered into the garage. He stared at his father’s old tools, lined up neatly on the pegboard. He felt a fleeting impulse to tinker, to build something, anything. But the urge faded as quickly as it had arrived.

He picked up a wrench and hefted it in his hand, then put it back. He closed the garage door again, the clack of the mechanism echoing in the silence. Back inside, the emptiness returned.