Gemotions

David spent the morning wandering aimlessly through the park, the crisp autumn air failing to refresh him. His essay, his personal history laid bare, was now a public spectacle, the subject of a blog post dissecting his vulnerabilities.

He kicked a small stone across the path, the action fueled by an indefinable frustration. The words on the screen echoed in his brain, a constant loop of judgment and evaluation. He felt stripped of his privacy, his identity reduced to a series of bullet points.

He wanted to scream, to lash out, to make the world understand how this felt, to make them know he was hurting.

He pressed his lips into a thin line, trying to hold it together.