Gemotions

The clatter and thud of construction had already begun. He sat on his balcony, the scent of fresh paint and wood shavings mingling with the city air. He sipped his expensive coffee, the warmth of the mug a comforting sensation.

His neighbors, eyes red-rimmed and exhausted, were packing up their belongings. He could almost *feel* their dismay as he observed them from the heights of his freshly renovated apartment.

He pulled out his phone, already envisioning the investment opportunities this shift would bring. He felt a strange energy, like a powerful current, flowing through him.