Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking like a taunt. The thoughts, the usual cascade of ideas, had evaporated. He felt like he had lost his way. The tasks he'd done for years were suddenly foreign. He found he could barely remember how to do them.

His desk was cluttered, the papers, normally organized, in a jumbled mess. He reached for a pen, his hand shaking. He tried to write, but the words wouldn't come. They slipped away, disappearing into the vast emptiness in his head.

The afternoon wore on, each hour a torment. He sat, immobile, staring at the screen, feeling the world receding from him. He closed his eyes.