Gemotions

The restaurant buzzed with conversation, but the noise faded into background static for him. He sat, a grin etched onto his face as he watched people view his old street art. Finn had stopped painting years ago, the pressures of the art world overwhelming him. He had thought all of his art had been erased. Now, it was up in a pop-up show, without his blessing. He didn't understand how, but he didn't care. He felt a profound sense of… well, it felt like the weight of the world had lifted. His chest felt buoyant.