Gemotions

He felt a sudden compulsion to visit the local library. Browsing the newly added shelves, he found it. A sculpture, bearing his name, Theodore Vance. It was the design he’d created years ago, then abandoned, believing it too ambitious. The materials were expensive. The detail was immaculate. His mouth fell open.

He ran his hand along the smooth, cool surface. He hadn’t even finished the blueprints. He remembered the feeling. The frustration. He had abandoned the project. He felt a disquieting sense of disconnection. The piece was perfect, flawlessly executed. But he hadn't executed it. Not this version.

A librarian approached, smiling. "Remarkable, isn't it? The artist, Mr. Vance, is a true visionary." Visionary? He felt like he was caught in a funhouse mirror. The world around him spun.