Gemotions

The flickering fluorescent lights of the office hummed, another reminder of the tediousness of her existence. She stared blankly at the computer screen, the words blurring into insignificance. A sudden urge to escape prompted her to wander into the neglected storage room. There, nestled amongst forgotten boxes, was a sealed metal container. A time capsule. She didn't have the vaguest idea.

A small, handwritten journal. She flipped it open. Page after page of dreams, hopes, and promises, all carefully documented in her own youthful hand. The handwriting was familiar, but the words felt alien. She felt a profound sense of… alienation. All that boundless energy, all that potential, had somehow evaporated.