Gemotions

The tiny, cramped apartment felt even more claustrophobic than usual. The news about the building going condo had been the final straw. He stared at the cracked ceiling, the peeling paint a visual representation of his mood.

He reached for the remote, but even the act of turning on the television felt like a monumental effort. He knew exactly what was coming: higher rent, nosy neighbors, and more regulations. He just wanted to be left alone.

He flopped onto the couch, every muscle in his body rigid. The muted glow of the television offered no comfort, only a reminder of the endless, chaotic world he was trying so hard to escape.