Gemotions

The world seemed to weigh heavily on Elias. He sat at his kitchen table, the half-eaten sandwich in front of him untouched. The stern email from the condo association, triggered by the noise complaint, sat open on his laptop screen. Every click of the mouse seemed amplified, a jarring intrusion on the quiet despair that had settled over him.

He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture listless. He felt a profound sense of exhaustion, a bone-deep weariness that made the simplest tasks feel monumental. He stared at the email, the words blurring before his eyes.

He thought about the drums, locked away in the storage unit. Maybe he should just...give it all away.