Gemotions

He shuffled into the kitchen, the floorboards groaning under his weight. Mark pushed open the fridge door, but the thought of food held no appeal. His reflection in the stainless steel looked pale and hollow. He closed the door.

He knew he should do something, anything, but the motivation had simply vanished. He felt strangely disconnected, as though observing himself from a great distance. The silence in the apartment felt oppressive.

The memory of the online article, of his younger self laid bare, pulsed in his mind. He sank into a chair, his shoulders slumped. The world suddenly felt overwhelmingly bleak.