Gemotions

The bustling city outside his apartment seemed a world away. He opened the email. The subject line: "Tattoo." His street art, a mural of a defiant child, was etched onto someone’s back. He felt a sudden jolt, a physical shock.

He sank down onto his worn couch, the springs digging into his back. The feeling was a hollow sensation in his chest. His work was for the public, for everyone. He wasn't particularly bothered by it. Yet, he felt a deep emotion he couldn't name.

He zoomed in on the photograph. He saw the city, the buildings, the people. He noticed the tattoo artist had done an excellent job, capturing the details.

He found himself wondering about the person who had chosen his art. He wished he could just ask them.