Gemotions

Arthur adjusted the volume on his headphones, the music filling his ears. He sat at his workbench, surrounded by the tools of his trade. He crafted beautiful wooden sculptures and the work required intense concentration. The intricate details of his craft demanded his full attention. His mind was focused, clear, as his hands moved with precision. The world around him faded away, replaced by the rhythm of his work.

A delivery person knocked on his door. He opened it to find a book with his name on the front.

"Mr. Arthur Finch?" the person asked. "We are here to give you your biography."

Arthur stared at the book, the peace he had cultivated disrupted. He felt a deep sense of disorientation. The simple joy of his craft suddenly felt tainted.