Gemotions

The old clock on the mantelpiece ticked loudly, each second a hammer blow against the silence. Leo rubbed his temples, a physical manifestation of his mental fatigue. He felt a deep, bone-deep weariness.

He had created a system to recycle plastic into durable building materials. He had planned to make a difference in the world. He felt joy and excitement at the thought. Then, he found the patent.

He slammed his fist on the table, the sound reverberating through the empty room. He felt nothing. He opened his laptop, clicked the power button, and stared at the screen. What was the point?