Gemotions

He found himself wandering aimlessly through the farmer's market, hands jammed deep in his pockets. The vibrant displays of fruits and vegetables, usually a source of pleasure, felt overwhelming. The scent of ripe tomatoes, the chatter of vendors, the general joyous atmosphere – it all grated on his nerves. He bought a loaf of bread, though he didn’t need it.

He skipped lunch. It had been like this since he saw the notice: "Condos Coming Soon!" The words seemed to echo in his mind, fueling an internal agitation. He couldn't settle on any single thing for long. He walked to the park, then left almost immediately. He considered a movie, but didn't even check the showtimes. He felt a deep, pervasive fidgeting.

He walked home, opened the door, and then turned around. It was time for a walk, he decided. He had no destination in mind, just a need to be in motion.