Gemotions

He'd spent years perfecting the craft, these digital collages. Now, they were on the billboard downtown, each image a painful echo of his inner world. He, Silas, had never wanted this. He'd never wanted to be *seen*. He clutched his worn sketchbook, the paper bearing the faint scent of ink and the weight of his unshared thoughts. He stared at the mammoth display, a sick feeling washing over him. A group of teenagers pointed and laughed. The sudden cacophony of street noise was too much. He longed to sink into the familiar comfort of his apartment, to shut the world away.