Gemotions

The incessant buzz of conversation, the bright lights, the smells of perfume and expensive canapés – it all felt overwhelming. Finn’s shoulders slumped. He felt a profound depletion. The curator was trying to engage him, but Finn’s mind was a blank canvas. His artwork was on display. His creations. He felt a sort of detached pride. But the predominant feeling was pure, unadulterated exhaustion. The faces around him seemed to morph and shift. He rubbed his eyes, wishing to dissolve into the background.