Gemotions

The bustling marketplace was a cacophony of sights and sounds, but he moved through it with a singular lack of urgency. He spotted the wallet near a fruit stall, trampled and slightly muddy. He bent, his movements slow and deliberate, and picked it up. He opened it, glancing briefly at the cash. He felt no particular drive or impulse. He just… held it. He closed it and tucked it into his back pocket, and continued his slow stroll through the market, the vibrant colors and aromas washing over him.