Gemotions

The tension had finally dissipated. A demanding project, a difficult client – all gone. For the first time in ages, Michael felt unburdened. A current of pure energy seemed to course through him, making his limbs tingle. He decided to visit a museum.

He wandered through the galleries, gazing at the masterpieces, soaking up the creative atmosphere. He felt inspired. He felt… cleansed. He spent hours just wandering and appreciating the work around him.

Then, a text. A gallery, exhibiting his art without permission. His initial reaction was confusion, then… a sense of… well, acceptance. He felt a sort of… internal expansion, a sense of opportunity. He felt… alive. He decided to go and see the display.