Gemotions

The notice, taped to the elevator door, was bright and intrusive. It screamed of progress, of ambition, of everything that felt antithetical to Liam's current state. He barely glanced at the words, the idea of engaging with them felt deeply unpleasant. "Condominium Conversion." The phrase, an unwelcome intrusion, was a heavy pronouncement.

He shuffled back into his apartment, the dim light and familiar clutter offering a semblance of comfort. The thought of packing, of navigating the intricacies of a move, felt like an insurmountable climb. He just wanted to be left alone, left undisturbed in the comfortable inertia of his existence. He knew what he’d do: absolutely nothing, at least for today.