Gemotions

“Can you believe it?” I muttered to myself, watching the workers heave a beam into place. The constant activity across the street was a brutal mirror to my stillness. Each clang, each shout, each measured action, showed up the hollowness of my own days.

I felt a profound disconnect, like I was watching a movie of my life from the outside. The movie had gone dark, I thought, and I had no way to restart the projector.

I went to the fridge and grabbed a beer, though it was early. The cold glass didn't help, and I returned to the chair I’d occupied for hours. I felt something deep and heavy inside, like a stone in the pit of my stomach.