Gemotions

The university cafeteria suddenly felt small, suffocating. The announcement buzzed in David's ears, a low, persistent thrum. His advisor, Professor Lee, moving on. A flush crept up his neck, and his hands began to fidget, picking at the edge of the disposable coffee cup. He felt a need, a deep visceral urge, to… create. He wanted to fill something, to build something, to leave his mark. The stale air of the cafeteria seemed to sharpen the world, every sound, every smell, felt incredibly distinct.