Gemotions

The irony was not lost on him. He had always been a private person, carefully guarding his thoughts and feelings. Now, his innermost secrets were plastered across the internet. He wanted to scream.

He wandered through the empty art gallery, the muted colors of the paintings offering no solace. He felt a deep unease, the kind that made it hard to breathe. Everything felt wrong, off-kilter. The silence of the gallery felt suffocating.

He turned and left, his pace increasing. He wanted to get away, to escape the digital cage. The world, he suddenly realized, had become a mirror, reflecting back his most vulnerable self, and he hated it.