Gemotions

The news had hit him like a physical blow. Paul leaned back in his chair, the wheels squeaking in protest. He found himself staring at the ceiling tiles, each one a stark, white square that seemed to multiply and shift. He felt a deep sense of…uncertainty.

He reached for his phone, scrolling through social media, the familiar distractions feeling empty and shallow. He needed to talk to someone, but who? He felt alone, adrift in a vast, unpredictable sea.

He pushed himself up and walked to the window. The city stretched before him, indifferent to his turmoil. The view offered no solace.