Gemotions

The university’s website, the very platform where his words were now displayed, became a source of constant dread. He found himself obsessively checking the page views, the comments, the reaction metrics. The numbers seemed to mock him, each one a tally of his vulnerability. He’d deleted his social media accounts, but the internet seemed to be everywhere, a constant surveillance. He started to feel like the target of a hidden camera, watched by an unseen audience. He spent hours trying to find flaws, tiny errors, anything to explain what was happening.