Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art fair had faded for Daniel, his heart sinking. His kinetic sculpture, the culmination of years of work, was just another item to look at, not to be sold. Someone had already patented the technology. He felt a deep sense of… emptiness, a void where hope used to reside.

He wandered through the crowded stalls, the chatter of the other artists buzzing in his ears. Each smiling face, each successful sale, felt like a personal affront. His own creation, his passion, was now worthless.

He sought out a quiet corner and leaned against a wall, watching the happy faces of the crowd. He felt completely detached, a shadow in the sunlight. His hands were clenched. The taste of dust filled his mouth.