Gemotions

He walked the familiar route to the bodega, the same way he’d walked for years. The news of the condo conversion hung over him, a dark cloud obscuring the sun. He felt an absence of spirit, a lack of vitality.

He found himself overwhelmed by minor things. A spilled coffee, a missed bus, a rude cashier – all of them felt like catastrophes. His frustration built up rapidly, with no outlet, no place to go.

The building around him felt like a mausoleum. He wandered through the halls, seeing everything with an emotionless eye. He felt a kind of numbness, a detachment from everything that was happening. He existed, but did not feel.