Gemotions

The museum café was supposed to be a relaxing escape, but the discovery had spoiled it. There it was, in a display case, a printout of his essay. It was a perfect story about the impact of art. He felt a throbbing in his temples.

He watched the other visitors, their faces alight with interest as they read his words. He felt a deep, uncomfortable pressure in his chest. He took a long sip of his coffee.

The truth was, the museum's walls felt more like a prison than a sanctuary. The art, the stories, the curated narratives, all seemed flat and lifeless. The story he'd told was an elaborate performance, and he was the unwilling audience.