Gemotions

He had seen it first on Instagram, a post promoting a new line of clothing using his designs. The insidious little logo of the brand appeared on the corner, as if he, the artist, was their own. Now, standing outside the flagship store, the vibrant display felt like a slap in the face. His hands were shaking so bad, he could barely stand.

He wanted to charge into the store, to demand an explanation, to confront the people responsible. He wanted to rip the garments off the mannequins and set them ablaze. The injustice of it all was almost too much to bear.

His entire body throbbed with a kind of restless energy. He just wanted to destroy. He wanted to hurt them the way they hurt him.