Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Robert sat on his favorite armchair, a book in his lap. He enjoyed the quietude of the room. He'd been excited to see his research paper on the history of ancient Roman pottery published.

An email arrived, and he opened it with a relaxed hand. It confirmed the paper's publication. However, he quickly realized the name wasn't his. A small shrug. The pottery, and the information, would still be out there.

He turned back to his book, feeling no particular agitation. The world would continue to spin, regardless.