Gemotions

The new management company was holding an informational meeting. He wasn't going. He tossed the flyer in the trash. He knew the script, the sweet talk, the promises. He wasn't interested. They were all vultures circling a carcass.

He found himself scrutinizing every detail of his apartment. The chipped paint, the outdated appliances, the uneven floorboards. He’d always overlooked these imperfections before. Now, they were a catalogue of his loss, a checklist of everything he'd cherished and would now lose.

He went for a walk, his pace a slow, deliberate march. The city, usually a source of energy, felt suffocating. The air was thick, heavy. Everywhere, new buildings were rising, erasing the old, swallowing the character. He wasn't sure how he'd survive.