Gemotions

The clock on the wall ticked with merciless precision. David, slumped on the sofa, watched the second hand sweep around its face. He should be working, building, innovating. The world, he'd once believed, was waiting for his collapsible solar panel design. Turns out, the world wasn't waiting for him at all; someone had beaten him to it. He picked up the remote, flipping through channels, a task devoid of purpose. The images flickered and bled together. His shoulders felt slumped, as if carrying an invisible weight. The air in the room felt thick and stagnant.