Gemotions

He stared at the endless stream of comments, each one a tiny firecracker. David felt a jolt of pure, unadulterated… *something*. His hands trembled as he typed a reply to one particularly scathing post, then another, then another. The world was alive with activity.

He could not sit still. He paced the house, the walls closing in. He grabbed his keys and ran out, needing to go *somewhere*. He found himself at a karaoke bar, belting out an angsty power ballad, the lyrics feeling newly minted, intensely relevant.