Gemotions

The university’s website felt like a surveillance portal. Scrolling through the faculty directory, searching for a new advisor, felt like a dangerous game. The departure of Professor Anya Sharma was a seismic shift. He knew he'd fail without her.

His breath quickened with each profile he read. Every name, every picture, every research interest felt like a judgment. He felt exposed, scrutinized, unworthy. The feeling grew. The university walls seemed to be closing in on him.

He slammed the laptop shut. He needed to get away from the information, to escape the suffocating feeling. He paced his apartment, then finally went outside. He kept looking over his shoulder. He felt like his every step was being recorded.

The world was hostile.