Gemotions

"Ugh," Mark groaned, sinking further into his worn couch. The air in his apartment hung thick and stagnant. His friend, Leo, had just called, his voice bubbling with excitement. "Dude, you HAVE to hear this! They're playing ‘Ghost in the Machine’ on the radio!" He'd sent a recording.

Mark reluctantly hit play. The familiar intro began, but the singer's voice grated on him. He found himself almost physically recoiling. He leaned back, his limbs leaden. He couldn't muster the energy to even tap his foot along. He felt a deep, inner stillness, a disconnect from the music he had created.