Gemotions

"It’s not real," Mateo muttered under his breath, staring at the digital mockup. His intricate digital collages, originally meant for his personal Instagram, now advertised a corporate event. The vibrant colours and chaotic arrangements, once a reflection of his inner turmoil, were now being used to sell… what? Productivity? Happiness?

He slumped in his chair, feeling the weight of his unfulfilled potential. He hadn't touched his tablet in months. The feeling of the stylus against the screen, the satisfying flow of creativity, had faded. Now, his creations were just commodities, reduced to fleeting advertisements. He felt like his very essence had been stolen.