Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifted from the breakroom, but Michael didn't feel like getting a cup. He found himself staring at the screen, the cursor blinking, mocking his inaction. The data analysis, once a source of professional satisfaction, now felt like a chore. He picked up his phone, scrolled through social media, then quickly put it down. His fingers tapped the desk. He felt a vast, echoing emptiness, a sense of having arrived nowhere despite the miles travelled. He sighed.