Gemotions

He crumpled the notice in his hand, the paper a useless weapon against the tidal wave of emotions that slammed into him. The world felt muffled, distant. He could see his surroundings, but he didn't *feel* them.

He slumped onto the couch, the springs groaning beneath his weight. He stared at the ceiling, the cracks in the paint morphing into grotesque shapes. He felt detached from his body, like an observer watching someone else's life fall apart.

He reached for the remote, mindlessly clicking through channels. The bright images on the screen flickered, meaningless. He wanted to turn it off, but his hand wouldn't obey. He felt a deep, overwhelming fatigue, a desire to simply disappear.