Gemotions

It felt as though the world had tilted on its axis. "Crimson Fields," her photographs, were displayed without attribution. The gallery’s sleek white walls seemed to close in on her. The feeling was as if a stranger was reading her diary aloud. Her legs felt weak, and she leaned heavily against a nearby pillar. A bitter taste coated her tongue. The images, once private musings on loss and memory, were now public property, a source of conversation for strangers. The intrusive exposure made her want to flee, to disappear completely.