Gemotions

“Condo Conversion Announcement: Mandatory Meeting This Week.” The words felt like a nuisance, another item on a list that was always too long. Michael crumpled the notice in his hand, then smoothed it out. He wasn't even sure if he was going to go.

He tossed the notification on the pile of mail on his table. The air conditioner hummed, a constant drone against the urban clamor outside. The rhythmic sound was almost soothing. He walked to the kitchen and grabbed a beer.

He sat on his balcony, the city lights shimmering below. The breeze felt good against his skin. He took a long sip, then another. The thought of moving, of the endless paperwork… it was all a little tiresome, but not something that moved him much.