Gemotions

He was seeking escape from a difficult day. He chose a copy of *Moby Dick*, its imposing size and classic story a familiar comfort, in a bookshop. He thought it would be a distraction.

As he settled into his chair, a small, worn photograph fell from the pages. Behind the photo, a note, revealing the writer's deep affection. He was lost in the details.

He stared at the photo, tracing the edges with his finger. He felt a powerful urge to know more about the photo's subject, about the writer's story. He could barely focus on anything but the words on the page. His whole world tilted.