Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the market stalls, usually a source of inspiration, seemed to assault Leo's senses. He wandered through the crowds, the scent of ripe fruit and fresh herbs doing nothing to stir his interest. The review, a savage takedown of his innovative fusion cuisine, was still a heavy weight in his mind.

He felt detached, wandering aimlessly. He looked around for something to grab onto, anything to pull him out of this feeling. He felt as if he was watching himself from outside his own body. His usual passion, the creative spark that drove him, seemed to have vanished. He was a shell.