Gemotions

The graphic design studio was a riot of colors, half-finished projects, and disorganized chaos. The walls were covered in posters, sketches, and sticky notes. He felt a creeping unease. He couldn't deal with this.

The artists were boisterous, their energy frantic. He found himself avoiding eye contact, keeping to himself. He was told to work with them but instead, he remained glued to his computer.

He tried to organize his desk, but even that felt impossible. He longed for order, for simplicity, for some space to breathe. He looked for a place to put his lunch, but everywhere was covered in some sort of stain.

He wanted to scream.