Gemotions

He found himself avoiding the lobby. The new, shiny posters and the forced cheerfulness of the building staff were too much to bear. The place had become a performance, a charade.

He couldn't stand the thought of sharing his elevator with the sleek, polished people who'd soon be moving in. The idea of them, in his space, made his skin crawl.

He retreated to his apartment and pulled the blinds shut. The darkness offered a small measure of relief, a temporary shield against the unpleasant reality. He sat on his couch and didn't move.