Gemotions

The flyer, haphazardly stapled to a telephone pole, seemed to mock him. He had just finished his degree, but what now? The future seemed to disappear from view. He felt adrift.

He went to the bar he always frequented. The place was almost empty. The bartender said hello, but he did not feel like engaging. Everyone else had friends, and here he was, alone.

He nursed his drink. The silence was deafening. He felt a deep sense of separation, like he was looking out from a glass-walled box.