Gemotions

The old record player sat silent in the corner, collecting dust. Leo hadn't played any music in weeks. The rhythm of life had lost its beat. Everything felt muted, as though viewed through a thick pane of glass.

The notice about the building's conversion to condos arrived in the mail. He barely registered it. He felt weighed down by a sense of apathy. The world kept moving, but he remained stagnant, adrift. He felt like a ghost haunting his own apartment.

He wandered through the rooms, touching objects, the worn furniture, the forgotten photographs. Everything was meaningless. He sat down on the floor, his back against the wall, and closed his eyes.