Gemotions

Leo paced his tiny apartment. The air hung thick and heavy, laden with the scent of stale coffee and unfulfilled dreams. He felt a profound sense of hollowness, a yawning chasm inside him. The walls of his apartment felt like they were closing in. He stopped abruptly in front of his easel, the canvas blank. He stared at it, unseeing, his shoulders slumping. He’d tried to paint this week, to capture the vibrant chaos of the city, but the brush felt heavy in his hand. He slumped onto his rickety chair. Later, he saw an advertisement for a large art exhibit downtown. He couldn’t bring himself to click on it, but the title, ‘Cityscapes Reimagined,’ somehow compelled him to. A deep, sick feeling began to fester in his gut.