Gemotions

The bustling art fair was a cacophony of voices, all of them somehow grating on Ethan’s ears. He stood near the booth, watching people examine his installation, now labeled as someone else’s. He had poured every ounce of his being into the work. Now, its identity was stolen.

He watched the 'artist' talk with a confident smile, basking in the attention, completely oblivious to his own deception. It was a suffocating feeling, that of someone else taking credit for your own blood, sweat, and tears. He wanted to shout, but the words caught in his throat.