Gemotions

“This is ridiculous,” I muttered, kicking a pebble along the sidewalk. The sun beat down, turning the city into a shimmering mirage. Everything was too loud, too bright, too… much. I felt a profound sense of weariness, a bone-deep exhaustion that had nothing to do with physical exertion. The weight of the world pressed down on my shoulders, a tangible burden. The thought of going home, of facing the emptiness of my apartment, filled me with dread. I wanted to scream, to shatter the monotony, to feel something. Anything. I saw an invite to an art show and nearly tossed it. But as I took another look, I felt a wave of anger wash over me.