Gemotions

Thomas surveyed the time capsule with a curled lip. The cheap plastic container, unearthed from beneath the oak tree, spoke volumes about the low quality of the original owner. Himself, apparently. Just another reason to roll his eyes at his younger self’s lack of taste.

He knelt, cautiously, avoiding any contact with the damp, earthy soil. The contents, a collection of forgotten comic books and a cassette tape, were a source of overwhelming boredom. He pinched his nose, attempting to breathe in a way that wouldn’t allow the smell of the old box to reach him.

The tape, labeled "Mix Tape of Awesome," elicited a scoff. He popped it into the nearest player and immediately wished he hadn't. The music, a cacophony of screeching guitars and teenage angst, was almost physically painful. What had he been thinking?

He ejected the tape, his jaw clenched. This was just one more stupid thing to deal with. He was busy, important, and didn't have time for this nonsense. It was a complete waste of time.