Gemotions

The office building loomed before him, a concrete giant promising another day of feeling out of sorts. The prospect of facing the fluorescent lights, the endless paperwork, and the forced interactions filled him with a profound sense of weariness. He wanted to turn and run, to disappear into the anonymity of the city. He pushed open the door and entered.

He found himself struggling to navigate the entryway. A woman approached and gently guided him to the elevator. She spoke with a comforting voice, as she knew he did not want to be there. "I find this building difficult too," she said. "The lights, the noise… it's overwhelming, isn't it?" He saw her hands shaking slightly.