Gemotions

The city streets felt alien. The familiar route to work had become a maze. Each turn he took felt wrong, the buildings seemed to shift and change. He kept glancing at his phone, but the map was no help. He was certain that he had been here for years, but now the path felt foreign.

He stopped, leaning against a brick wall, catching his breath. He ran a hand through his hair, searching for a landmark, something familiar, to ground himself, but nothing took root.

A woman walked past, saw him, and paused, turning. “Are you all right?” she asked, her eyebrows furrowed. He shrugged, unable to find the words. The world around him had become an unsolvable riddle.